Sugarglider
par .TheDust. · extrait de l'album Moth Hour
par .TheDust. · extrait de l'album Moth Hour
There's a sugarglider sleeping in the pocket of my coat
She's the smallest little argument my loneliness ever wrote
She can spread her arms and sail across the living room in one
Like a handkerchief with opinions, like a parachuting sun
Glide, glide, glide
Over the ottoman, over the tide
Oh the ordinary evening isn't ordinary now
There's a sugarglider grinning and she's showing me how
I have never been an acrobat, I've never been a bird
I'm a cautious kind of creature with a cautious kind of word
But the physics of a Tuesday are astonishingly loose
When a pocketful of courage gets a little bit of use
Glide, glide, glide
Over the ottoman, over the tide
Oh the ordinary evening isn't ordinary now
There's a sugarglider grinning and she's showing me how
So we leapt off of the sofa and we didn't even fall
Just a soft and silly somersault from the ceiling to the hall
And the lamp went oh, and the carpet went wow
And I'm laughing like a lunatic, I'm luminous now
Glide, glide, glide
Over the ottoman, over the tide
Oh the ordinary evening isn't ordinary now
There's a sugarglider grinning and she's showing me how