[00:00.00] The Shins

[00:00.27]Miscellaneous

[00:00.69]Phantom Limb

[00:04.14]Foals in Winter coats,

[00:07.17]White girls of the North,

[00:12.15]File past one, five and one,

[00:17.46]They are the fabled lambs,

[00:20.07]of Sunday ham,

[00:21.60]The EHS norm.

[00:25.50]And they can float above the class,

[00:29.07]In circles if they tried,

[00:32.19]A latent power I know they hide,

[00:37.50]To keep some hope alive,

[00:40.08]That a girl like I could ever try,

[00:42.06]Could ever try.

[00:49.92]So we just skirt the hallway signs,

[00:55.08]A phantom and then A fly,

[00:57.30]And Follow the lines and wonder why

[01:04.50]There's no connection.

[01:06.15]A week of rolling eyes,

[01:09.06]amd cheap shots from the tribe,

[01:14.01]And we're off to Nemarotca's porch again,

[01:19.56]Another afternoon with the goat-head tunes,

[01:24.12]And pilfered booze.

[01:27.48]We wandered through her mama's house,

[01:31.05]And the milk from the window lights,

[01:33.75]Family portrait circa ninety-five,

[01:39.48]This is that foreign land,

[02:03.12]With the sprayed on tans,

[02:04.14]And it all feels fine,

[02:04.56]Be it silk or slime,

[02:05.01]So, when they tap our Monday heads,

[02:05.64]Two zombies walk in our stead,

[02:06.21]This town seems hardly worth our time,

[02:08.10]And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,

[02:13.08]Too far along in our crime,

[02:15.69]Stepping over what now towers to the sky,

[02:22.50]With no connection.

[02:26.49]oooh woah oh woah oh Repeated 4x's(chorus)

[02:56.31]So, when they tap our Sunday heads,

[03:01.08]Two zombies walk in our stead,

[03:04.26]This town seems hardly worth our time,

[03:12.09]And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,

[03:17.07]Too far along in our crime,

[03:19.77]Stepping over what now towers to the sky,

[03:26.55]With no connection.

[03:28.50]oooh woah oh woah oh(chorus repeated till fade out)