Interpretive Decorating Lyrics - The Postman Syndrome

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[Chapter X]

I hope you enjoy the ambiance.
You can leave your wings at the door.
There�s no need to fly while you�re here, and if you dare
and try I�ll nail your feet to the floor
because this tea was brewed for two:
one for me, and one for you.
It�s been too long and now I�m through waiting for you.

This is my time to write pretty words.
This is my day.
The plague of one is cured.
Bet you a kiss that you're growing fur.
Wish it away.
One day we all wish it away.
The way we were, wish it away.

The only cure.
If love turns cold, I�ll call it ice cream and fake a happy tune.
You�ve got your rounds now,
but dear your children are planting maple seeds.
I�m sticky sweetened.
I�m gooey hopeful.
You�re dripping ten miles gone.
I watched our love freeze; it�s only ice cream.
A pocket�s change could get you more.
I�m left hungry.
Could one death kill my faith?

Locust has rolled over, watch it fly.
I watch my locust eclipse the sky.
With melting wing watch that locust fry,
and smiling I�ll watch that locust die.

Waiting for you...

I can�t figure out what it is, but she�s slipping from my grip.
I can�t figure out what it is, but she�s squirming like an infant.
She can�t figure out what it is, she said
�You don�t make me feel important.�
I can�t figure out what it is, I ask �what�s it like to feel important?�
I can�t figure out what it is...

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