Little Bombs Lyrics - The Forgotten Arm - Aimee Mann

From the 22nd floor 

Walking down the corridor 

Looking out the picture window down 

On Sycamore 

While perspective lines converge 

Rows of cars and buses merge 

All the sweet green trees of Atlanta burst 

Like little bombs 

Or little pom-poms 

Shaken by a careless hand 

That dries them off 

And leaves again 

Life just kind of empties out 

Less a deluge than a drought 

Less a giant mushroom cloud 

Than an unexploded shell 

Inside a cell 

Of the Lennox Hotel 

On the 22nd floor 

Found a notice on my door 

While outside, the sun is shining on 

Those little bombs 

Those little pom-poms 

Life just kind of empties out 

Less a deluge than a drought 

Less a giant mushroom cloud 

Than an unexploded shell 

Inside a cell 

Of the Lennox Hotel 

Inside a cell 

Of the Lennox Hotel 

Inside a cell 

Of the Lennox Hotel 

Inside a cell 

Of the Lennox Hotel