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And the sun, it sets on the auction But the auctioneer is still hawking It seemed we had lots in common Before we started talking You said you'd come here looking for a heart And checked out the white elephant table Oh an elephant heart is a size too large But its beat is incredibly stable But its beat is incredibly stable And the sun, it sets on the auction And the things she spent lifetimes collecting Letras de cancionesTrickle home through cross-continental carpools After moments of appraising and dissecting There was a frowning copy of the Mona Lisa I bought a five dollar phone but I still couldn't reach you after many times trying It was a problem with the wiring One twenty five, one thirty five, one forty five, sold Till shelvings and closets and cabinets are cold One fifty five, one sixty five, one seventy five sold The selling of things you can pick up and hold When what I'd rather buy was the look on your face when you saw me and you started bidding Until you had bid up all the money you'd saved and I laughed and you said, "I'm not kidding." And I laughed and you said, "I'm not kidding." And the sun, it sets on the auction It gets darker now, fraction by fraction And I feel it's time to be going But something must move me to action Then the auctioneer walks by with his mic in his hand And he says, "I can't do this much longer Oh, my tongue's getting slower and I can't keep up with the depth of their need and their hunger With the depth of their need and their hunger." From Letras Mania