Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Andrew Bird, I dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our
By Andrew Bird, And when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of
By Andrew Bird, When I was just a little boy I threw away all
By Andrew Bird, Turnstiles on mezzanine Jet ways and Dramamine fiends and x-ray machines You
By Andrew Bird, Bored holes through our tongues So sing a song about it Held
By Andrew Bird, he's keeping busy yeah he's bleeding stones with his machinations and his
By Andrew Bird, This isn't your song This isn't your music How can there be
By Andrew Bird, Five day forecasts bring black tar rains and hellfire While handpicked
By Andrew Bird, Some people wake up on Monday mornings Barring maelstroms and red
By Andrew Bird, The finches and sparrows they nest Watch only what remains