Текст песни The Decemberists - Song For The Myla Goldberg
The Decemberists - Song For The Myla Goldberg слова песни
Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her browMyla Goldberg hangs a crooked foor all upside downIt comes around it comes around it comes around it comes aroundPretty hands do pretty things when pretty times ariseSeraphim in seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla liesIt comes around it comes around it comes around it comes aroundStill now you`re waiting to growInside you`re oldSew wings to your pigeon toesPut paper to pen and spell out ElizaWe begin with sticky shins, make sticky then our shoesShoes beget to clothes and hat `til sticky`s sticking tooFiniculi, finicula, finicule, finiculaListen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sadAbout a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubber bandsBut now I know New York I need New York I know I need unique New York