Your Asterisk
Your Asterisk:
You're a glass eyed tiger
I'm a rusty fire hydrant
You're a freshly webbed spider
I'm an awkward silence
You've got sand in your swimsuit
I've got a missing tooth
You took the last piece, didn't you?
Well I hid myself one first
We can't keep kissin around any more
My dialin finger is gettin too sore
A ah ee ah a ah ee a
Your other car's a broomstick
Mine's a hobby horse
You never thought you'd have to prove
A great disturbance in the force (think I'm missing something here)
The (grooves?) are all heaped in a pile on the floor (There's two kinds of people in this world)
Let's bulldoze our way too a brand new piece of pork (and I'm one of em)
How many times can we break then make up?
We've gone too long for a kiss to save us
A ah ee ah a ah ee ah yeah
You're a mig jet pilot
I'm a burrow in the stone
You suffer frequent all-nighters
I curl up and sleep it off
I'd give you hundreds of last chances
If I could answer myself why
I don't worry about all your reversible talk
As significant as the death of alternative rock
Let it die let it die let it die
You're a prima ballerina
I'm a collapsing iron lung
You let disaster come between us
Now I'm a poet on the run
Searching for a place where my heart can feel (?)
Then I can retrieve it from the place that I must go
There's supper in this room as long as it continues thumpin
A ah ee ah ...
You're a glass-eyed tiger
You're a trash vampire
You're what (?) don't desire
I wish I glowed brighter in your eyes
You're a glass eyed tiger
I'm a rusty fire hydrant
You're a freshly webbed spider
I'm an awkward silence
You've got sand in your swimsuit
I've got a missing tooth
You took the last piece, didn't you?
Well I hid myself one first
We can't keep kissin around any more
My dialin finger is gettin too sore
A ah ee ah a ah ee a
Your other car's a broomstick
Mine's a hobby horse
You never thought you'd have to prove
A great disturbance in the force (think I'm missing something here)
The (grooves?) are all heaped in a pile on the floor (There's two kinds of people in this world)
Let's bulldoze our way too a brand new piece of pork (and I'm one of em)
How many times can we break then make up?
We've gone too long for a kiss to save us
A ah ee ah a ah ee ah yeah
You're a mig jet pilot
I'm a burrow in the stone
You suffer frequent all-nighters
I curl up and sleep it off
I'd give you hundreds of last chances
If I could answer myself why
I don't worry about all your reversible talk
As significant as the death of alternative rock
Let it die let it die let it die
You're a prima ballerina
I'm a collapsing iron lung
You let disaster come between us
Now I'm a poet on the run
Searching for a place where my heart can feel (?)
Then I can retrieve it from the place that I must go
There's supper in this room as long as it continues thumpin
A ah ee ah ...
You're a glass-eyed tiger
You're a trash vampire
You're what (?) don't desire
I wish I glowed brighter in your eyes
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Writer(s): Calvin Johnson, Douglas Martsch
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