(These books were alive they spoke to me. The books have nothing to say!) Inside ahead, it was a flood of white noise Aside the chair, it shut down for four days Green and brown are growing sweet a now aside You run the bar in through a picture of your time The wind-up bird was her new muse (x3) She made the frontpage bad news Tell me a story inside Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove Lie back and listen As I read you, my love. The low mower side, sharpened his blades And we all told you that it's good to be scared I turned the page and start laughing at my friends I looked into her eyes, so that we could pretend The wind-up bird was her new muse She made the frontpage bad news The wind-up bird was her new muse She made the frontpage bad news (What is that over there? That? That's a rocket chair) We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove Lie back and listen As I read you, my love Tell me a story inside Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove Lie back and listen As I read you, my love.