Generator Second Floor Lyrics - Singles - Freelance Whales

And I could never tell as a kid 

What that window door went to 

Only told to stay away 

I almost had an accident at age 6 

When I found the key in the attic 

And now the smell of these wood frames 

Is the only sense I've left 

So as you pull me from the bed 

Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous 

And since you are my friend 

I would ask that you lower me down slow 

And tell the man in the black cloak 

He doesn't need to trouble his good soul 

With those Latin conjugations 

And if it's all the same to them 

You should tell your gathering friends 

Please not to purse their faces grim 

On such a lovely Sunday