Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ana Ng , by - They Might Be Giants. Release date: 24.09.1988
Song language: English
Ana Ng |
| Make a hole with a gun perpendicular |
| To the name of this town in a desktop globe |
| Exit wound in a foreign nation |
| Showing the home of the one this was written for |
| My apartment looks upside down from there |
| Water spirals the wrong way out the sink |
| And her voice is a backwards record |
| It’s like a whirlpool and it never ends |
| Ana Ng and I are getting old |
| And we still haven’t walked in the glow |
| Of each others' majestic presence |
| Listen, Ana, hear my words |
| They’re the ones you would think I would say |
| If there was a me for you |
| All alone at the '64 World’s Fair |
| 80 dolls yelling «Small girl after all» |
| Who was at the DuPont pavilion? |
| Why was the bench still warm? |
| Who had been there? |
| Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire |
| To the horn on the pole at the bus depot |
| And in back of the edge of hearing |
| These are the words that the voice was repeating |
| Ana Ng and I are getting old |
| And we still haven’t walked in the glow |
| Of each others' majestic presence |
| Listen, Ana, hear my words |
| They’re the ones you would think I would say |
| If there was a me for you |
| When I was driving once |
| I saw this painted on a bridge |
| «I don’t want the world, I just want your half» |
| They don’t need me here, and I know you’re there |
| Where the world goes by like the humid air |
| And it sticks like a broken record |
| Everything sticks like a broken record |
| Everything sticks until it goes away |
| And the truth is we don’t know anything |
| Ana Ng and I are getting old |
| And we still haven’t walked in the glow |
| Of each others' majestic presence |
| Listen, Ana, hear my words |
| They’re the ones you would think I would say |
| If there was a me for you |
| Ana Ng and I are getting old |
| And we still haven’t walked in the glow |
| Of each others' majestic presence |
| Listen, Ana, hear my words |
| They’re the ones you would think I would say |
| If there was a me for you |
| Ana Ng and I are getting old |
| And we still haven’t walked in the glow |
| Of each others' majestic presence |
| Listen, Ana, hear my words |
| They’re the ones you would think I would say |
| If there was a me for you |
| Ana Ng and I are getting old |
| And we still haven’t walked in the glow |
| Of each others' majestic presence |
| Listen, Ana, hear my words |
| They’re the ones you would think I would say |
| If there was a me for you |