Paper Bird (AT) - None of the Above lyrics

None of the above could describe your feeling So tick the box below where it says "not specified" And close the door with a bang so maybe they'll notice That you've just gone home or gone fishing or died. I'll meet you in the back of the secret garden, That's where the carnivores eat kittens all day, You painted the walls dark green to pretend That the jungle in fact is just a stone's throw away. You still want that house With the slate roof and the tiled floor And the golden door mat on the top of the hill And a flock of gentle crows to circle the neighbourhood And come back for dinner on the windowsill. You can sell your hair and sell your blood and disguise all the scars on your tongue But all naked and sewn up you still cannot go back to where you really came from. Parties are never as wild as on the photographs And s** ain't as boring as a on pay tv And i guess war is a million times more frightening Than what most people want to make us believe But you only got a shoe box with a hole in it And i'll have to make up the evening news And i'll make an origami remote control To make you believe you've got the right to choose.