unbelievable things
superchunk
when you commissioned your cage
indoor living became all the rage
offered to pay at least half your rent
pale pink and punished in style
tuning in each time your satellite smiles
well your lips don't move
that from your window you sing
a queen with several kings
and i. a bird without wings
now lying flat on your back
counting cashmere sweaters
and all those slippery gents
have found their way into your air conditioning vents
your signal fizzles and fades
still bouncing off the stars but silent in space
that from your window you sing
a queen with several kings
and i. a bird without wings
and i'm starting to believe
and i'm starting to believe
and i'm starting to believe
and from your window you sing
a queen with several kings
and i. a bird without wings