Andrew Bird - The Water Jet Cilice lyrics

I knew this one girl Drowned in her own curls Candy colored swirls That never seemed to end I could not comprehend Half what she said to me So casually All our tender ears would bend Tales of ritual self-torture She's making you abort your Most carefully laid plans To make a final stand The rest threw up their hands Scoreless victory for serendipity Tales of ritual sef-torture She's making you abort your Most carefully laid plans TO make a final stand The rest threw up their hands In scoreless victory for serendipity