Fatalist Palmistry Lyrics

Song	Fatalist Palmistry
Artist	Why?
Album	Alopecia
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	I sleep on my back
	Cause it's good for the spine
	And coffin rehearsal.
	I know a psychic who
	Reads her own palm and
	Her findings are personal.
	She keeps her fists shut tight
	And she sleeps on her side.
	Well maybe she knows
	Something I don't know.
	But I am still alive, in love,
	And wide-eyed in my time;
	Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
	Your cat clawed out my eyes
	While I was distracted by your smile.
	And now my sockets sit
	Like empty catcher's mitts waiting.
	And you ask me is there
	Anybody else that I’m dating.
	‘Anna & Nathan’
	Anna, I’m patient,
	But your painted pony is fading,
	Lost like a snakeskin in high grass
	And out there thrashing like a pet
	Bird caught in a jet stream, that's me.
	You counting blessings ‘cause
	Your net worth ought to be less
	Cream in your best dreams.
	But God put a song on my palm
	That you can't read
	I’m lucky to be under
	This same sky that held
	The exhale from your first breath
	Like a ring on a pillow of clouds
	But you my tongue may stutter
	But my gift heart screams clear and swells
	To burst between the wrapped lengths
	Of its baved ribbon cell.
	But I am still alive, in love,
	And wide-eyed in my time;
	Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
	There's a moth flock in my gut growing;
	A tug at my groin like tides trying
	To pull moon towards them,
	I can't ignore them.
	And when we say your name
	Our tongues catch flame.
	And you wonder why we ain't
	Got nothing to say.
	‘Anna & Nathan’
	(At your house)
	Anna, I’m patient,
	(Embroidered on a kitchen towel.)
	But your painted pony is fading,
	Lost like a snakeskin in high grass.
	And out there thrashing like a pet
	Bird caught in a jet-stream, that's me
	You’re counting blessings ‘cause
	Your net worth ought to be
	Less cream in your best dreams.
	But God put a song on my palm
	That you can't read
	I’ll be embalmed
	With it long before you'll see

	I sleep on my back
	Cause it' s good for the spine
	And coffin rehearsal.
	I know a psychic who
	Reads her own palm and
	Her findings are personal.
	She keeps her fists shut tight
	And she sleeps on her side.
	Well maybe she knows
	Something I don' t know.
	But I am still alive, in love,
	And wideeyed in my time
	Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
	Your cat clawed out my eyes
	While I was distracted by your smile.
	And now my sockets sit
	Like empty catcher' s mitts waiting.
	And you ask me is there
	Anybody else that I' m dating.
	' Anna Nathan'
	Anna, I' m patient,
	But your painted pony is fading,
	Lost like a snakeskin in high grass
	And out there thrashing like a pet
	Bird caught in a jet stream, that' s me.
	You counting blessings ' cause
	Your net worth ought to be less
	Cream in your best dreams.
	But God put a song on my palm
	That you can' t read
	I' m lucky to be under
	This same sky that held
	The exhale from your first breath
	Like a ring on a pillow of clouds
	But you my tongue may stutter
	But my gift heart screams clear and swells
	To burst between the wrapped lengths
	Of its baved ribbon cell.
	But I am still alive, in love,
	And wideeyed in my time
	Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
	There' s a moth flock in my gut growing
	A tug at my groin like tides trying
	To pull moon towards them,
	I can' t ignore them.
	And when we say your name
	Our tongues catch flame.
	And you wonder why we ain' t
	Got nothing to say.
	' Anna Nathan'
	At your house
	Anna, I' m patient,
	Embroidered on a kitchen towel.
	But your painted pony is fading,
	Lost like a snakeskin in high grass.
	And out there thrashing like a pet
	Bird caught in a jetstream, that' s me
	You' re counting blessings ' cause
	Your net worth ought to be
	Less cream in your best dreams.
	But God put a song on my palm
	That you can' t read
	I' ll be embalmed
	With it long before you' ll see

	I sleep on my back
	Cause it' s good for the spine
	And coffin rehearsal.
	I know a psychic who
	Reads her own palm and
	Her findings are personal.
	She keeps her fists shut tight
	And she sleeps on her side.
	Well maybe she knows
	Something I don' t know.
	But I am still alive, in love,
	And wideeyed in my time
	Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
	Your cat clawed out my eyes
	While I was distracted by your smile.
	And now my sockets sit
	Like empty catcher' s mitts waiting.
	And you ask me is there
	Anybody else that I' m dating.
	' Anna Nathan'
	Anna, I' m patient,
	But your painted pony is fading,
	Lost like a snakeskin in high grass
	And out there thrashing like a pet
	Bird caught in a jet stream, that' s me.
	You counting blessings ' cause
	Your net worth ought to be less
	Cream in your best dreams.
	But God put a song on my palm
	That you can' t read
	I' m lucky to be under
	This same sky that held
	The exhale from your first breath
	Like a ring on a pillow of clouds
	But you my tongue may stutter
	But my gift heart screams clear and swells
	To burst between the wrapped lengths
	Of its baved ribbon cell.
	But I am still alive, in love,
	And wideeyed in my time
	Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
	There' s a moth flock in my gut growing
	A tug at my groin like tides trying
	To pull moon towards them,
	I can' t ignore them.
	And when we say your name
	Our tongues catch flame.
	And you wonder why we ain' t
	Got nothing to say.
	' Anna Nathan'
	At your house
	Anna, I' m patient,
	Embroidered on a kitchen towel.
	But your painted pony is fading,
	Lost like a snakeskin in high grass.
	And out there thrashing like a pet
	Bird caught in a jetstream, that' s me
	You' re counting blessings ' cause
	Your net worth ought to be
	Less cream in your best dreams.
	But God put a song on my palm
	That you can' t read
	I' ll be embalmed
	With it long before you' ll see

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