From the Choirgirl Hotel

Pandora
Pandora's Aquarium
she dives for shells
with her nautical nuns
and thoughts you thought
you'd never tell

I am not asking you to believe in me
boy I think you're confused
I'm not Persephone
foam can be dangerous
with tape across my mouth
these things you do
I never asked you how

line me up in single file
with all your grievances
stare but I can taste
you're still alive below the waste
ripples come and ripples go
and ripple back to me

Pandora
Pandora's aquarium
she dives for shells
with her nautical nuns
and thoughts you thought
you'd never tell

line me up in single file
with all your grievances
stare but I can taste
you're still alive below the waste
ripples come and ripples go
and ripple back to me

I am not asking you to believe in me
boy I think you're confused
I'm not Persephone
she's in New York somewhere checking her accounts
the Lord of The Flies was diagnosed as Sound

Had a Northern lad
well not exactly had
he moved like the sunset
god who painted that-
first he loved my accent
how his knees could bend
I thought we'd be ok
me and my molasses

but I feel something is wrong
but I feel this cake just isn't done
Don't say that you Don't

and if you could see me now
said if you could see me now
girls you've got to know
when it's time to turn the page
when you're only wet because of the rain
because of the rain

he don't show much these days
it gets so fucking cold
I loved his secret places
but I can't go anymore
'you change like sugar cane'
says my northern lad
I guess you go too far
when pianos try to be guitars

I feel the west in you
and I feel it falling apart too
Don't say that you Don't

and if you could see me now
said if you could see me now
girls you've got to know
when it's time to turn the page
when you're only wet because of the rain
because of the rain

With your e's
And your ease
And i do much more
Need a lip gloss boost
In your america
Is it god's
Is it yours
Sweet saliva
With your e's
And your ease
And i do one more
I know we're dying
And there's no sign of a parachute
We scream in cathedrals
Why can't it be beautiful
Why does there
Gotta be a sacrifice
Just say yes
You little arsonist
You're so sure you can save
Every hair on my chest
Just say yes
You little arsonist
With your e's
And your ease
And i do one more
Well i know we're dying
And there's no sign of a parachute
In this chapel
Little chapel of love
Can't we get a little grace
And some elegance
No we scream in cathedrals
Why can't it be beautiful
Why does there
Gotta be a sacrifice

with your E's
and your ease
and I do much more
need a lip gloss boost
in your america
is it God's
is it yours
sweet saliva
with your E's
and your ease
and I do one more

I know we're dying
and there's no sign of a parachute
we scream in cathedrals
why can't it be beautiful
why does there gotta be a sacrifice

just say yes
you little arsonist
you're so sure you can save
every hair on my chest
just say yes
you little arsonist
with your E's
and your ease
and I do one more

well I know we're dying
and there's no sign of a parachute
in this chapel little chapel of love
can't we get a little grace
and some elegance
no we scream in cathedrals
why can't it be beautiful
why does there gotta be a sacrifice

in my platforms I hit the floor
fell face down
didn't help my brain out
then the baby came before I found
the magic how to keep her happy
I never was the fantasy
of what you want wanted me to be

Don't judge me so harsh little girl
so you got a playboy mommy
but when you tell em my name
and you want to cross that Bridge all on your own
little girl they'll do you no harm
cause they know your playboy mommy
but when you tell em my name
from here to Birmingham
I got a few friends

I never was there was there when it counts
I get my way
you're so like me
you seemed ashamed
ashamed that I was
a good friend of American soldiers
I'll say it loud here by your grave
those angels can't ever take my place

somewhere where the the orchids grow
I can't find those church bells
that played when you died
played Gloria
talkin' 'bout Hosanah

don't judge me so harsh little girl
you got a playboy mommy, come home
but when you tell them soldiers my name
cross that Bridge all on your own
little girl they'll do you no harm
they know your playboy mommy
but I'll be home
I'll be home to take you in my arms

surrender then start your engines
you'll know quite soon what my mistake was
for those on horseback or dog sled
you turn on at the bend in the road
I hear she still grants forgiveness
although I willingly forgot her
the offering is molasses and you say
I guess I'm an underwater thing
so I guess I can't take it personally
I guess I'm an underwater thing
I'm liquid running
there's a sea secret in me
it's plain to see it is rising
but I must be flowing liquid diamonds

calling for my soul at the corners of the world
I know she's playing poker with the rest of the stragglers
calling for my soul at the corners of the world
I know she's playing poker with the rest the rest
and if your friends don't come back to you
and you know this is madness
a lilac mess in your prom dress
and you say

I guess I'm an underwater thing

i go i go inside her shell
i see it so and you're doing oh so well these days
you do it again and i say it's coming back again
something like the saturdays such was it
can you bring me those jeans
keep it back daddy's done preaching in to himself
keep it just between us
it's liquid
liquid
liquid

Pandora
Pandora’s aquarium
She dives for shells
With her nautical nuns
And thoughts you thought
You’d never tell i am not asking you to believe in me boy i think you’re confused
I’m not persephone foam can be dangerous with tape across my mouth these
Things you do i never asked you how line me up in single file with all your
Grievances stare but i can taste you’re still alive below the waste
Ripples come and ripples go
And ripple back to me pandora pandora’s aquarium
She dives for shells
With her nautical nuns
And thoughts you thought
You’d never tell
Line me up in single file
With all your grievances
Stare but i can taste
You’re still alive below the waste
Ripples come and ripples
Go and ripple back to me
I am not asking you to believe in
Me boy i think you’re confused
I’m not persephone
She’s in new york somewhere
Checking her accounts
The lord of the files was
Diagnosed as sound