Bad Pill // Good Club

The Magnetic Fields “Living In An Abandoned Firehouse With You”

You’re in your own little world:
An expensive birdcage;
Like a plastic baby
In a Fabergé egg

I saw you today,
At the cafe blasé
And thought of the night we had fire fights…

Nameless seaside ghost town:
That’s where I go when I see the moon
Living in an abandoned firehouse with you

You’re in your own little head
In a field of sun flowers
And there’s blood in your mouth
And there’s bats all over the town

Take me out to the beach,
And I’ll tell you my secret name
Take me under the sea,
And we’ll derail the trains

Let’s runaway
Into the caves
I still love you, I still love you
Baby

You’re in your own little box
With ribbons in your hair
And there’s dust in your mouth
And worms in the air

Hideous city of unknown words:
That’s where I go when I fall asleep
Living in an abandoned firehouse with you.