The Decemberists - The Gymnast, High Above The Ground Lyrics
The gymnast, high above the ground,Limbers up and falls timbers down.Ankles splayed and all tied.The gymnast long has arrived.Lazy, your long sister laysWaiting out this long light brigade.Prayed for snow a long time.And lazy, it long has arrived.Through the tarlatan holesYou've been slipping, been slipping awayAnd the weather will holdIt's been ever so, ever so gray.But here as we're coming downAnd we're sounding out:it's a terrible, terrible tideAs it lights upon your eyeBut there on the motorway,reeks of marmaladeIt's a chemical, chemical kindAs it lights upon your eyeLights upon your eyeThe bosun calls upon the quay.Compass gone, he long has lost his wayTo lighthouse shine, to calm tide.The bosun long has arrived.Through the tarlatan holes,You've been slipping, been slipping awayAnd the weather will holdIt's been ever so, ever so grayBut here as we're coming downAnd we're sounding out:it's a terrible, terrible tideAs it lights upon your eyeBut there on the motorway,reeks of marmaladeIt's a chemical, chemical kindAs it lights upon your eyeLights upon your eye