Andrew Bird - Armchairs lyrics

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I dreamed you were a cosmonaut<br />

Of the space between our chairs<br />

And I was a cartographer<br />

Of the tangles in your hair<br />

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I sang the song that silence brings<br />

It's the one that everybody knows, everybody knows<br />

The song that silence sings<br />

And this, this is how it goes<br />

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These looms that weave apocrypha<br />

They're hanging from a strand<br />

This dark and empty rooms were full<br />

Of incandescent hands<br />

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Awkward pause, the fatal flaw<br />

Time, it's a crooked bow<br />

Time is a crooked bow<br />

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Time you need to learn to love<br />

The ebb just like the flow<br />

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Grab hold of your bootstraps and pull like hell<br />

Until gravity feels sorry for you and lets you go<br />

As if you lack the proper chemicals to know, oh<br />

The way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low<br />

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Time, time it's a crooked bow<br />

Time's a crooked bow<br />

Time's a crooked bow, oh, ooh<br />

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Fifty-five and three-eighths years later<br />

At the bottom of this gigantic crater<br />

An armchair calls to you<br />

Yeah, this armchair calls to you<br />

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And it says that someday we'll get back at them all<br />

With epoxy and a pair of pliers<br />

As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl<br />

Through the ragweed and barbed wire, oh<br />

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You didn't write, you didn't call<br />

It didn't cross your mind at all, hey<br />

Through the waves, the waves of hay and straw<br />

You couldn't feel a thing at all<br />

Fifty-five and three-eighths, time<br />

Fifty-five and three-eighths time, time<br /><br />