She’s only laughing every night
She’s only haunted by a sea horse
She’s only troubled by the minnows and shills in cracks yet filled
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She’s only laughing every night
Check out the weasel in the tree top
Spoke tales of vanishing, a crown, double galaxy, Major Phil
She don’t want - know what Joan of Arc felt
Sea foam baby, sings to the Catskills
In a sense we don’t see her
When I gotta go there’s always room for none
In a safe unmarked theatre
Tickets up for sale there’s always shows for none
She’s only laughing every night
Check out the halogen in Amherst
A tidal wave of coming films, sketches scribbled on a napkin spill
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She’s only haunted by a sea horse
She’s only troubled by the minnows and shills in cracks yet filled
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She’s only laughing every night
Check out the weasel in the tree top
Spoke tales of vanishing, a crown, double galaxy, Major Phil
She don’t want - know what Joan of Arc felt
Sea foam baby, sings to the Catskills
In a sense we don’t see her
When I gotta go there’s always room for none
In a safe unmarked theatre
Tickets up for sale there’s always shows for none
She’s only laughing every night
Check out the halogen in Amherst
A tidal wave of coming films, sketches scribbled on a napkin spill
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She don’t know what to do with her passion
She don’t know what to do with her passion
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