Antelope Lyrics

Take the good out of my wrist again

Please take it home

Sunday mourning with an antelope

Singing through the phone

I really thought It'd be better than this

But time sleeps around

Relive my metamorphosis

What am I now?

Well if I'm crazy well then how would I know?

I'm half as old as I am blind

And if you touch me I'll be petrified

You don't need me, I don't need you

People are strange cause people are strangers

And the good ones look better alone

They get stranger when they're made of paper

And the water burns holes through them all

I've been thinking that I should've tried

Put a piece of paper on my neck

When will I remember I can fly

Outside, inside

People are strange cause people are strangers

And the good ones look better alone

They get stranger when they're made of paper

And the water burns holes through them all