Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imitosis, artist - Andrew Bird.
Date of issue: 04.10.2007
Song language: English
Imitosis |
His keeping busy, yeah he’s bleeding stones, |
With his machinations and his palindromes |
It was anything but hear the voice |
Anything but hear the voice |
It was anything but hear the voice |
That says that we’re all basically alone |
Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions |
When he put his Bunsen burners all away |
And turned into a playground a petri dish of single cells |
That would swing their fists at anything that looks like easy prey |
On this nature show that rages every day it was bound, |
A part his intuition |
To say we were all basically alone |
And despite what all his studies had shown |
What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis |
Why do some show no mercy |
While others are painfully shy? |
And tell me doctor can quantify |
‘Cause he just wants to know the reason, the reason why |
Why do they congregate in groups of four |
Scatter like a billion spores |
And let the wind just carry them away? |
How can kids be so mean |
Our famous doctor tried to gleam |
As he went home at the end of the day |
In this Nature show that rages every day |
It was bound apart his intuition, Say |
We were all basically all alone |
Despite what all his studies had shown |
What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis |
She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis |
Why do some show no mercy |
While others are painfully shy? |
Well tell me doctor can you quantify |
The reason why |