Текст песни Tuesday Moon - Neutral Milk Hotel

I dreamt that, um
I was off in a forest somewhere
I don't know where, but somewhere
And I was sitting on top of this huge tree
And I don't know how I got up there
Like that tree way over there
That's just a little tiny twig
I was just sitting on it
And I was afraid to move and
I moved and the tree just bent with me
That was weird
That's cool!

Your love is like a building
Pushing up towards the sky
I just want to climb your tower
To your dress like apple pie

Oh, I love you on a Tuesday
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon
Vegetable hand on my perfume

I am changing colors daily
Jumping to my postbox
Now everything's exploding, baby
In your dress, I'll sleep a while

Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday
Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday moon

Into the air like a balloon
She's taking scissors to her wing
It's ink and easel through my room
With no arms and legs, can you dig?
Can you dig it?

Your love is like a drunken stupor
Falling into push paper holes
Into my insides, I scoop her
Burning up her real time flows

Oh, I love you on a Tuesday
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume