歌词
I heard the charming fellows
With my pillow to my spoon
Yeah
And they had me singing early versions
Of the standard
Lerner's Coo
I collect the clouds of morning
With my scorning gone with gloom
A sonic boom
Breaks out my window
The twinkling shards are winking
Silly signals at my room
Give me a broom
There was a Mothman in the closet
I thought yesterday he split
But now he sits
Upon my window
A question mark or death mask
With a spool of silver thread
To close my head
Hands me the thread