Tin Foil - Andrew Bird

Late New Years Eve paper hat on your head

It was hard to believe

That you'd ever be dead

And that dream that you're falling

You've had since you're five

Is a bird on your shoulder

That whispers goodbye

What is moving will be still

What has gathered will disperse

What has been built up will collapse

All of your dreams are fulfilled

Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass

And I loved him better each time that he crashed

And Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed

She was certain that Skylab would fall on her head

What is moving will be still

What has gathered will disperse

What's been built up will collapse

All of your dreams are fulfilled

Last night I dreamed that I dug my own grave

And I climbed down inside there to patiently wait

And down in the ground

While I breathed the cold air

The blackbirds came down there to nest in my hair

What's moving will be still

What has gathered will disperse

What has been built up will collapse

All of your dreams

All of your dreams are fulfilled

Are fulfilled

Are fulfilled

Are fulfilled

Are