paroles de chanson White Sky - Vampire Weekend
An
ancient
business,
a
modern
piece
of
glasswork
Down
on
the
corner
that
you
walk
each
day
in
passing
The
elderly
sales
clerk
won't
eye
us
with
suspicion
The
whole,
immortal
corporation's
given
its
permission
A
little
stairway,
a
little
piece
of
carpet
A
pair
of
mirrors
that
are
facing
one
another
Out
in
both
directions,
a
thousand
little
Julias
That
come
together
in
the
middle
of
Manhattan
You
waited
since
lunch
It
all
comes
at
once
Around
the
corner,
the
house
that
modern
art
built
A
house
for
modern
art
to
keep
it
out
the
closets
Of
people
who
might
own
it,
the
sins
of
pride
and
envy
And
on
the
second
floor
the
Richard
Serra
skatepark
You
waited
since
lunch
It
all
comes
at
once
Sit
on
the
park
wall,
ask
all
the
right
questions
"Why
are
the
horses
racing
taxis
in
the
winter?"
Look
up
at
the
buildings,
imagine
who
might
live
there
Imagining
your
Wolfords
in
a
bowl
upon
the
sink
there
You
waited
since
lunch
It
all
comes
at
once
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