Tuesday Moon [Love You On a Tuesday] [YoYo a Go Go, 1996] Songtext
von Neutral Milk Hotel
Tuesday Moon [Love You On a Tuesday] [YoYo a Go Go, 1996] Songtext
I dreamt that, um
I was off in a forest somewhere
I don′t know where, but somewhere
And I was sitting on top of this huge tree
And I don't know how I got up there
Like that tree way over there
That′s just a little tiny twig
I was just sitting on it
And I was afraid to move and
I moved and the tree just bent with me
That was weird
That's cool!
Your love is like a building
Pushing up towards the sky
I just want to climb your tower
To your dress like apple pie
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon
Vegetable hand on my perfume
I am changing colors daily
Jumping to my postbox
Now everything's exploding, baby
In your dress, I′ll sleep a while
Oh, it′s flying toward some Tuesday
Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday moon
Into the air like a balloon
She′s taking scissors to her wing
It's ink and easel through my room
With no arms and legs, can you dig?
Can you dig it?
Your love is like a drunken stupor
Falling into push paper holes
Into my insides, I scoop her
Burning up her real time flows
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume
I was off in a forest somewhere
I don′t know where, but somewhere
And I was sitting on top of this huge tree
And I don't know how I got up there
Like that tree way over there
That′s just a little tiny twig
I was just sitting on it
And I was afraid to move and
I moved and the tree just bent with me
That was weird
That's cool!
Your love is like a building
Pushing up towards the sky
I just want to climb your tower
To your dress like apple pie
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon
Vegetable hand on my perfume
I am changing colors daily
Jumping to my postbox
Now everything's exploding, baby
In your dress, I′ll sleep a while
Oh, it′s flying toward some Tuesday
Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday moon
Into the air like a balloon
She′s taking scissors to her wing
It's ink and easel through my room
With no arms and legs, can you dig?
Can you dig it?
Your love is like a drunken stupor
Falling into push paper holes
Into my insides, I scoop her
Burning up her real time flows
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume
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