Lyrics Phantom Limb - The Shins

Foals in winter coats
White girls of the North
File past one, five and one
They are the fabled lambs
Of Sunday ham
The E.H.S. norm

And they can float above the grass
In circles if they tried
A latent power I know they hide
To keep some hope alive
That a girl like I could ever try
Could ever try

So we just skirt the hallway sides
A phantom and a fly
Follow the lines and wonder why
There′s no connection

A week of rolling eyes
And cheap shots from the trite
And we're off to Nemarcas′ porch again
Another afternoon with the goat head tunes
And pilfered booz

We wandered through her mama's house,
And the milk from the window lights
Family portraits circa 95
This is that foreign land
With the sprayed on tans
And it all feels fine
Be it silk or slime

So when they tap our Monday heads
Two zombies walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our climb
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection

So, when they tap our Sunday heads
Two zombies walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we′ll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our crime
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection