Nightgown Of The Sullen Moon - They Might Be Giants

Fell in the door

And you fell on the floor

With your hand on the knob

Looking up and abruptly

Forget what you’re thinking

Fire alarms go off in your head

You live

In the nightgown of the sullen moon

How the windows lean into the room

In the nightgown of the sullen moon

Drug trip, it’s not a drug trip so you feel a bit insulted

Space walk, it’s like a space walk with the corresponding weight loss

And you’re nothing but air, with your hand in the air

And your shoelaces tied up together with care

There’s a feeling of boredom

Of the big whoredom

Following dressing up

In the nightgown of the sullen moon

How the windows lean into the room

In the nightgown of the sullen moon

In the nightgown of the sullen moon

How the windows lean into the room

In the nightgown of the sullen moon

Your head is on the moon

It’s not necessary to breathe

Forever is a long time

Your head is on the moon

It’s not necessary to breathe

Forever is a long time

Your head is on the moon

Your head is on the moon