Texty: Regina Spektor. Folding Chair.

Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze
There's a shadow you can't see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

Let's get a silver bullet trailer
And have a baby boy
I'll safety pin his clothes all cool
And you'll graffiti all his ties
I got a perfect body
But sometimes I forget
I got a perfect body
Cause my eyelashes catch my sweat

OoOoOoOoO
OoOoOoOoO

Now I've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years
Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears
But every time the tide comes in to take me home
I get scared and I'm just sitting her alone
Dreaming of the dove and song

Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
Oooo Oooo
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo

Maybe one day you will understand
That one lesson from you
But sweetly hold my hand
Til that day just please don't be so down
Don't make frowns
You silly clown

Just, come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze
There's a shadow you can't see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

There's a shadow you can't see my eyes
There's a shadow you can't see my eyes
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-eyes
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-eyes