[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)

The Shins
Miscellaneous
Phantom Limb
Foals in Winter coats,
White girls of the North,
File past one, five and one,
They are the fabled lambs,
of Sunday ham,
The EHS norm.
And they can float above the class,
In circles if they tried,
A latent power I know they hide,
To keep some hope alive,
That a girl like I could ever try,
Could ever try.
So we just skirt the hallway signs,
A phantom and then A fly,
And Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.
A week of rolling eyes,
amd cheap shots from the tribe,
And we're off to Nemarotca's porch again,
Another afternoon with the goat-head tunes,
And pilfered booze.
We wandered through her mama's house,
And the milk from the window lights,
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
This is that foreign land,
With the sprayed on tans,
And it all feels fine,
Be it silk or slime,
So, when they tap our Monday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
Too far along in our crime,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.
oooh woah oh woah oh Repeated 4x's(chorus)
So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
Too far along in our crime,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.
oooh woah oh woah oh(chorus repeated till fade out)