Modern Girl (with Scissors) - Alec Ounsworth, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Oh, the light left the room

Deborah, where did it go?

She said that she left home a Yankee with something to sell

But the seas got dry somehow

There’s no such thing as grim weather out here

You don’t have to trust me

I know as I set up my circus tent, one week later

To want to rip it down

She had the highest disease

For which there’s never a cure

At least that’s what she believes

Oh, the ambulance left her

In a heap next to a bar

Like an ordinary citizen tied up in the trunk of a car

Oh, but she don’t moan none

She just gets taller

As the trees find their way down

And the bottom’s the top as I trade in my radio for something smaller

Something I can fit into my pulse

Oh, the highest disease

For which there’s never a cure

At least that’s what she believes

And when the city gets rough

She gets into her balloon

Leaving all the old stuff

Leaving only with

All this useless beauty now

All this useless beauty

Oh, the light left the room

Deborah, where did it go?

She said that she left home a Yankee with something to sell

But the seas got dry somehow

There’s no such thing as grim weather out here

You don’t have to trust me

I know as I set up my circus tent, one week later

To want to rip it down

All this useless beauty now

All this useless beauty