Текст (слова) песни: They Might Be Giants - A Self Called Nowhere
I`m sitting on the curb By the empty parking lot Of the store where they let me play the organ I`m waiting for my ride But I want to wait inside Of the store where they let me play the organ But I`m thinking of a wooden chair In a room at the top of the stair And I`m looking down the stairwell At the vanishing dot On the map of the spot let me take you there The dotted line Surrounding the mind Of a self called nowhere It`s a thing named "it" in a bottomless pit You can`t see it there The sunken head That lies in the bed Of a self called nowhere Standing in my yard Where they tore down the garage To make room for the torn down garage I`m looking for my car But I must`ve sold my car When I needed to buy an electric organ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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