She’s a Jar (demo) Songtext
von Wilco
She’s a Jar (demo) Songtext
She′s a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser, a pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her
She says forever to light a fuse we could use
A hand for the wheel and a day off
And a bruised robe
However you might feel, tonight is real
When I forget how to talk, I'll sing
"Won′t you please, bring that flash to shine?"
And turn my eyes red, 'less they close
When you click and my face gets sick
Stuck, like a question, unposed
Just climb aboard the tracks of the train's arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floatin′ inches above
The people under me
Please, beware, the quiet front jar
I warned you before there were water skies
I warned you not to drive
Dry your eyes, you poor devil
Are there really ones like these?
The ones I dreamed, cloak like leaves
And freeze to spread, skeleton wings
I passed through before I knew you
I believe it′s just because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Oh I believe it′s all because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Just climb aboard
The tracks of the train′s arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people underneath
She's a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
Sleepy kisser, a pretty war
With feelings hid
You know she begs me not to hit her
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser, a pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her
She says forever to light a fuse we could use
A hand for the wheel and a day off
And a bruised robe
However you might feel, tonight is real
When I forget how to talk, I'll sing
"Won′t you please, bring that flash to shine?"
And turn my eyes red, 'less they close
When you click and my face gets sick
Stuck, like a question, unposed
Just climb aboard the tracks of the train's arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floatin′ inches above
The people under me
Please, beware, the quiet front jar
I warned you before there were water skies
I warned you not to drive
Dry your eyes, you poor devil
Are there really ones like these?
The ones I dreamed, cloak like leaves
And freeze to spread, skeleton wings
I passed through before I knew you
I believe it′s just because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Oh I believe it′s all because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Just climb aboard
The tracks of the train′s arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people underneath
She's a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
Sleepy kisser, a pretty war
With feelings hid
You know she begs me not to hit her
Writer(s): Jeffrey Scot Tweedy, Jay Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com