Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire - 50 Pieces lyrics

You've been away for such a long, long time Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces Now it's all arriving, now it's all just fine I thought perhaps we could sit down for tea Nein, was the cold reply of Frau ecstasy Sitting on a mossy stump, among all the bottles drunk Breathe cold against the air All I smell your ragweed hair, smoked to the bone Soaked to the bone I'm all alone, poor me I thought perhaps we could sit down to tea Nein, was the cold response of Frau ecstasy