Phantom Limb Lyrics - Wincing The Night Away - The Shins

Foals in winter coats, 

White girls of the North, 

File past one, five and one, 

They are the fabled lambs, 

Of Sunday ham, 

The E.H.S. norm. 

And they can float above the grass, 

In circles if they tried, 

A latent power I know they hide, 

To keep some hope alive, 

That a girl like I could ever try, 

Could ever try. 

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So we just skirt the hallway sides, 

A phantom and a fly, 

Follow the lines and wonder why 

There's no connection. 

A week of rolling eyes, 

And cheap shots from the trite, 

And we're off to Nemarcas' porch again, 

Another afternoon with the goat head tunes, 

And pilfered booze. 

We wandered through her mama's house, 

And the milk from the window lights, 

Family portraits circa ninety-five, 

This is that foreign land, 

With the sprayed on tans, 

And it all feels fine, 

Be it silk or slime, 

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So, when they tap our Monday heads, 

Two zombies walk in our stead. 

This town seems hardly worth the time. 

And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, 

Too far along in our climb, 

Stepping over what now towers to the sky, 

With no connection. 

So, when they tap our Sunday heads, 

Two zombies walk in our stead. 

This town seems hardly worth the time. 

And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, 

Too far along in our crime, 

Stepping over what now towers to the sky, 

With no connection.