Down and Out in the Bold New City of the South Astronautalis
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I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
Watchin' you kiss the screen
Loving them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes
Watchin' you, watch them split their seams
Loving them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
Watchin' you kiss the screen
Loving them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your homes
Watchin' you, watch them split their seams
Loving them, like I hope they love me
It's the return of the ghost, the raising of the dead
And the glowing approach shadows stick the foot of your bed
With windy notes, so fog the window with breath
I drag my footprints through your grass and all across your garden
I never know just what's to be said
It's so close to the wall, the cars'll get hit
So spell it out in the fog in the window pane
Written backwards at your expense for everyone else's gain
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
Watchin' you kiss the screen
Loving them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes
Watchin' you, watch them split their seams
Loving them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
Watchin' you kiss the screen
Loving them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your homes
Watchin' you, watch them split their seams
Loving them, like I hope they love me
It's the return of the ghost, the raising of the dead
And the glowing approach shadows stick the foot of your bed
With windy notes, so fog the window with breath
I drag my footprints through your grass and all across your garden
I never know just what's to be said
It's so close to the wall, the cars'll get hit
So spell it out in the fog in the window pane
Written backwards at your expense for everyone else's gain
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