Minus the Bear - Drilling
this is us on a western atlantic coast
with no place to be
just taking in the sea
tonight with a constant buzz
we're staring at the ocean crashing on
all the rocks below
in this foreign home
this old story
when we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
and you lay on the grass along the edge
"is this a dream,"
you ask and I don't say anything
because this may be a dream
and we come to this place
like two convicts that have escaped
from the prison of everyday
and for the moment we'll have our stay
this old story
when we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
and you lay on the grass along the edge
you know that tomorrow comes like disease to us
from this cliff's edge the gulls fly below us
diving into the sea below us
and I'm not cold tonight beside you, beside you
and we're not cold tonight
this old story
when we're gone I feel I'll never miss anyone
this old story
expatriot, you're coming home
Neutral Milk Hotel - In the aeroplane over the sea
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me
Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all