Synthetic Flying Machine - Neutral Milk Hotel

Up and over

We go through the waving undertow

I will float until I learn how to swim

Inside my mother in a garbage bin

Until I find myself again

Again

Up and over

We go mouths open wide and spilling snow

I will spit until I learn how to speak

Up through the doorway as the sideboards creak

With them ever proclaiming me

Me

Up and over

Eyes open wide into down below

I will shout until they know what I mean

I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing

And a synthetic flying machine

Machine

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