Текст и слова песни they might be giants – Self Called Nowhere
I"m sitting on the curb
By the empty parking lot
Of the store where they let me play the organ
I"m waiting for my ride
But I want to wait inside
Of the store where they let me play the organ
But I"m thinking of a wooden chair
In a room at the top of a stair
And I"m looking down the stairwell
At the vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It"s a thing named "it"
In a bottomless pit
You can"t see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called nowhere
Standing in my yard
Where they tore down the garage
To make room for the torn down garage
I"m looking for my car
But I must have sold my car
When I needed to buy an electric organ
But I"m thinking of a wooden chair
In a room at the top of a stair
And I"m looking down the stairwell
At the vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It"s a thing named "it"
In a bottomless pit
You can"t see it there
The sunken he
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That lies in the bed
Of a self called nowhere
Nowhere
The vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It"s a thing named "it"
In a bottomless pit
You can"t see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called
By the empty parking lot
Of the store where they let me play the organ
I"m waiting for my ride
But I want to wait inside
Of the store where they let me play the organ
But I"m thinking of a wooden chair
In a room at the top of a stair
And I"m looking down the stairwell
At the vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It"s a thing named "it"
In a bottomless pit
You can"t see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called nowhere
Standing in my yard
Where they tore down the garage
To make room for the torn down garage
I"m looking for my car
But I must have sold my car
When I needed to buy an electric organ
But I"m thinking of a wooden chair
In a room at the top of a stair
And I"m looking down the stairwell
At the vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It"s a thing named "it"
In a bottomless pit
You can"t see it there
The sunken he
1297
ad
That lies in the bed
Of a self called nowhere
Nowhere
The vanishing dot
On the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line
Surrounding the mind
Of a self called nowhere
It"s a thing named "it"
In a bottomless pit
You can"t see it there
The sunken head
That lies in the bed
Of a self called
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