Everybody wants perspective from a hill
but everybody’s wants can’t make it past the window sill

One of these days these days will end
Thru the kitchen window the light will bend
You’ll be carving a pumpkin with a knife
when someone at the table says
“that’s not what I call a life!”

The elephants are so ashamed of their size
hosing down I tell them “you got pretty eyes”

I believe the stars are the headlights of angels
driving from heaven to save us
to save us
Won’t you look at the sky?
They’re driving from heaven into our eyes
and though final words are so hard to devise
I promise that I’ll always remember your pretty eyes
your pretty eyes

—  Silver Jews - ‘Pretty Eyes’ (via berceuse)