Interpretive Decorating: Chapter X Songtext
von The Postman Syndrome

I hope you enjoy the ambiance
You can leave your wings at the door
There′s no need to fly while you're here
And if you dare and try I′ll nail your feet to the floor
Because this tea was brewed for two
One for me, and one for you
It's been too long and now I'm through
Waiting for you now

This is my time (to write pretty words)
This is my day (the plague of one is cured)
Bet you a kiss (that you′re growing fur)
Wish it away (one day we all)
Wish it away (the only cure)
Wish it away (the way we were)
Wish it away (the only cure)


If love turns cold, I′ll call it ice cream and fake a happy tune
You've got your rounds now, but dear your children are planting maple seeds
I′m sticky sweetened, I'm gooey hopeful
You′re dripping ten miles gone
I watched our love freeze; it's only ice cream
A pocket′s change could get you more
I'm left hungry
Could one death kill my faith?

I should have clipped your wings not just tied
Instead of beckoning, locked inside
Now it seems that I've took too much time
One cup left empty and one with wine

Waiting for you
Waiting for you
I′m through, I′m through
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
I'm through, I′m through
Waiting now

I can't figure out what it is, but she′s slipping from my grip
I can't figure out what it is, but she′s squirming like an infant
She can't figure out what it is
She said, "you don't make me feel important"
I can′t figure out what it is
I ask, "what′s it like to feel important?"
I can't figure out what it is