"us"
"Us"
They made a statue of us
and put it on a mountaintop
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum, take photographs of fun
have fun
they'll name a city after us
and later say it's all our fault
then they'll give us a talking to
then they'll give us a talking to
cause they've got years of experience
we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
we wear our scarves just like a noose
but not cause we want eternal sleep
and though our parts are slightly used
new ones are slave labor you can keep
we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare and us
The sculptor's momma sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
This is now my favourite Regina Spektor song. It reminds me of heavy lights, and stage makeup, and melted chocolate, and stolen kisses in the Green Room, and opening night, and thinking that it would be my 'song of freedom', and warm Clock and Teapot hugs, and Moosie, and beautiful dancers, and being in love, and plastic light-up roses, and innocence, and midnight phonecalls full of giggles, and heads rested on shoulders, and learning to waltz again, and pretending not to make out in Lindsey's playroom, and happiness, and divas taking the stage, and the "M" word, and flat soda.
It's a healing song, now. I'm not sad that it's over; I'm happy that it happened.
Last April and May may have been the happiest times of my conscious life.
I'm glad April and May happened, and I would not go back to them for anything.
Michael is love.