We walked on stilts to the island.
The bees they swarmed, they invited us in.
Let them eat cake; throw away cans.
They asked, "Why are you saying us when we can't even see your friends"
I guess I shouldn't call them friends they're really just acquaintances,
I guess I really only see them when I get real desperate.
When I get really desperate.
Hello my dear where have you been.
Messages sent out but they all go unread.
When what I know is what I've read...
I searched for yellow without a hello, I slipped into the sewer system.
I brought me straight into the ocean I crashed into your boat again.
I said whatever, I wrote a letter, I set the post office on fire.
I set the post office on fire.
The telephone booth rang a cry.
It sang the disembodied voice of a good friend of mine.
He cleared his through and heaved a sigh.
He said, "Hey man... I know where you've been and I can surely sympathize.
But concerning your act of arson you should have rationalized."
I hung the phone up before he finished, I didn't want to realize
that I set my own best friend on fire.
I set my own best friend on fire.
She isn't real but she's one fire.
credits
from Dear _____,,
track released June 2, 2011
Written, preformed, and mastered by Ty Ueda
Produced, recorded, and mixed by Doug Tuttle
Photo by Britt VanderSchouw
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