folding chair
Written By:
regina spektor

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Come and open up your folding chair next to me
my feet are buried in the sand and thereís a breeze
thereís a shadow, you canít see my eyes
and the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

letís get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy
Iíll safety-pin his clothes all cool and youíll grafitti up his toys
Iíve got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget
Iíve got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do, they doÖ

now Iíve been sitting on this abandoned beach for years
waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears
but every time the tide come in to take me home
I get scared, and Iím sitting here alone
dreaming of the dolphin songÖ

maybe one day you will understand
I donít want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand
till that day just please donít be so down
donít make frowns, you silly clown

just come and open up your folding chair next to me
my feet are buried in the sand and thereís a breeze
thereís a shadow, you canít see my eyes
and the waves are just a frothier version of the skies

thereís a shadow, you canít see my eyesÖ