The evening before at a literary party
with warm intellectuals who listen to françoise hardy
asked a poet about his summer he said up's and down's
cleverly transforming adverbs into nouns
and i thought it probable that there had been more of the last
but being socially intelligent i changed the subject fast
we had a card made of gold, could have bought us anything
but there was no time before we had to get up and sing
and i wished i was andrew bird just younger
i wished that this crush would last a little bit longer
and in spite of the dreadful desing
i remember fragments of an island
with a fake coastline
the next few days during shifting weather
enjoying the sun or hoping it would get better
i saw two people kissing at the funeral
they were not good-looking, but oh so beautiful
we stole three pens and a poncho and got out of that tent
to go play some ping-pong with balls from heaven sent
i wrote letters to you whenever i could find the time
and they were touching like nothing, but far from sublime
and i wished i was andrew bird just younger
i wished that this crush would last a little bit longer
and in spite of the dreadful desing
i remember fragments of an island
with a fake coastline
there's a bridge you have to cross as the rain starts to pour
you're in the middle of eight thousand people or more
it might seem forced at first but you get into it after a while
and then to come inside and see a man with such style
that's when, i wished i was andrew bird just younger
i wished that this crush would last a little bit longer
and in spite of the dreadful desing
i remember fragments of an island
with a fake coastline