Magnetic Fields (The)
Smoke Signals
Well, you've got a really long name
It won't fit on any forms
You gave me all your mirrors
And they made me deformed
You're sending smoke signals
I know your secret code
We travel in the plaid van
And we give our puppet show
And we picnic in the winter
On maple syrup and snow
Well, you made a Molotov cocktail
And you threw it on the ground
And it sent us flying
And now we're flying about
You're sending smoke signals
I know your secret code
We travel in the plaid van
And we give our puppet show
And we picnic in the winter
On maple syrup and snow
From Letras Mania