Neutral Milk Hotel - Two-Headed Boy

The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves

And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine

Watching spirals of white softly flow

Put on Sunday shoes

We will take off our clothes

There's no reason to grieve

And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine

With pulleys and weights

And through the music he sweetly displays

Catching signals that sound in the dark

I am listening to hear where you are

Two-headed boy

All floating in glass

The sun it has passed, now it's blacker than black

I can hear as you tap on your jar

I am listening to hear where you are

Two-headed boy

With the needle that sings in your heart

Catching signals that sound in the dark

And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside

Two-headed boy

Creating a radio play just for two

In the parlor with a moon across her face

Made for his lover who's floating

Will wait until the point when you let go