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lyrics
Tiny me, tiny you,
Tiny list of the things we get to do.
Not a sound, turn it down,
Coexist on the same ground.
I wish today that you could play.
If I kissed you would you stay?
But it's too far to meet you.
My account is in the red.
There's not an hour left to spare.
You've got ten thousand seconds in my head.
I'm humble, I am bare.
My pulse is pounding with belief
To let you cherish all my dreams.
I am drowning in relief to perish,
Easy sinking streams.
That's how I've been
I've been with my imaginary boyfriend.
My right hand holds my left hand
'cause the left one feels like him.
It's a whimper with some poetry.
Electricity, sing to me
Oh Boy Man.
I'm trying to resonate,
Enfold your feather weight,
Marvel, cooperate, open the flood gate.
Pushing the pretense,
Creating consequence,
A fish out of water, I'm spoiling it all.
So you put me behind a wall,
It packed a punch into my chest.
Tied a gnarly knot of silence
Round my hungry hallowed quest.
But I'm ok, and it's ok
If you don't want me anymore.
My arms are just around a pillow,
Expectation a trap door.
That's how I've been.
When I'm with my imaginary boyfriend.
My right hand holds my left hand
'cause the left one feels like him.
It's a whimper with some poetry.
Serendipity, sing to me.
Oh Boy Man
With my imaginary boyfriend.
My right hand holds my left hand
'cause the left one feels like him.
It's a whimper and it's poetry.
Sanity, sing to me.
Oh boy man.
credits
from Queen Elizabeth (11-track album),
released July 1, 2012
Written and produced by Betsy Again
with
Madalena Fossatti - trombone
Betsy Again - vocals, programming