SONGS

Time Machines, pt. 1
Happy Birthday
Strings That Tie to You (Jon Brion)
Paper Dress
In the Garden

LYRICS

Time Machines, pt. 1

This is how the story ends
You and I are riding on an elephant
Someone calls your name
You jump off and I never see you again

Sitting in his study with a 
quickly fading whiskey glass
Our author found a way to end his
stories with the truth at last

He always tried to end 
with a happy song
and let the hero win
But no one played along
everyone knows that winners 
aren’t the best of men

But on this night
the dark truth beckoned
him to where he never planned
the time had come 
to see his hero
off without his lover’s hand

I was going to build you a motorcycle
We can’t be friends
We can’t be friends
I was going to take you to the ocean
We can’t be friends
We can’t be friends

Take the man into the next room
make him build you time machines
and ferris wheels
We’ll go back to when we had
not met and then we’ll meet again
and you will see
What a perfect life we’d lead

Happy Birthday

Tell your parents that
you have moved to Italy
Send your car off cliffs
throw your fears up in a tree
Send away for all the things
you never needed
Apologize to all the people
you defeated

It’s your birthday now
you are closer to the end
Life is made a joy
when you know one day you’ll be dead
Blow the candles once
and let them gracefully expire
One day you will remember how
you burned a secret fire

They don’t have to know
that you’re in our head

Paper Dress

Crossing lines in the tunnel
you are there with your brother
you are faint, you are whispers
Michael says go and kiss her

You are soft like the forest
burn it down, says the chorus
I protest, you are naked
I don’t think you will make it

Demons have taken over
you are dry, you are sober
paper dress, ghost of sorrow
you are not here tomorrow

Here we are awakened
with a sound that never stops
You are on the floor
the preacher sings and then he drops
And we say “Amen”

When you have departed
you are as you were before
were you ever here
the answer’s waiting at the door
but I have locked it out

In the Garden

In the garden, in the hall
Will you be there when they call
Birds will swim and mice will fly
You will never, ever die

If you were walking, walking slowly
You would find in lights of holy
There would be a sound
And as you listened, clouds would gather
Ghosts would come and soak in laughter
There would be a bell

In the garden, in the hall
Will you be there when they call
Birds will swim and mice will fly
You will never, ever die

And you would ask your favorite lover
if she would ever find another
You would stand and cry
You would beg and plead for mercy
What you feared the most was the lonely
There would be a sound

In the garden, in the hall
Will you be there when they call
Birds will swim and mice will fly
You will never, ever die