To try and tell his fortune this time,
She buried his hand in the ground
You will be late for appointments.
You'll have an itch you can't scratch
Way down, with your hand underground.
The tides are turning in her kitchen sink
Her world is flat but the?planet's so round?
Sometimes she's so happy
But some news is so bad
She contemplates every household sound
Beep beep beep, alarm clock
Ring ring ring, the phone
Beep beep beep, alarm clock
Ring ring ring, the phone
One more prediction, then we'll go
One more condition before he totally pretends her hand is empty when it's on his head
One more time for good luck, oh oh!
He's bowling with her crystal ball
Throwing it down the hall
Dedicated to her dream of silence
She talks to her appliances, she tells them to be quiet
She can't find her cards, and she can't read her instant coffee
Why does it have to be this way?
Beep beep beep, alarm clock
Ring ring ring, the phone
Beep beep beep, alarm clock
Ring ring ring, the phone