50 Pieces Lyrics - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

You've been away for such a long, long time 

Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine 

All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces 

Now it's all arriving, now it's all just fine 

I thought perhaps we could sit down for tea 

Nein, was the cold reply of Frau ecstasy 

Sitting on a mossy stump, among all the bottles drunk 

Breathe cold against the air 

All I smell your ragweed hair, smoked to the bone 

Soaked to the bone I'm all alone, poor me 

I thought perhaps we could sit down to tea 

Nein, was the cold response of Frau ecstasy