Lyrics Mrs Dalloway - Jealous Of The Birds

Mrs Dalloway

Do you still go to the magpie store with the
Vintage fur coats and jewelry-laden drawers?
Do you still talk in hieroglyphs and wit from
Books you’ve read and films full of pith?
Christ, can we just have a conversation
Where money and ambition fall away?
There’s a garden full of sweet pea and carnations
We’ll lie out on the grass there someday
Someday
My, Mrs. Dalloway
My, Mrs. Dalloway
Sketching women in summertime cafés
So reluctant to go home
Do you still cry as you pull into the drive, thinking:
''God, is this it --- what it means to be alive?''
Do you still paint every Sunday when you wake?
I recall you used to point out every subtle flawed mistake
I still don’t know the names of constellations
Or the true circumference of the Earth
But Christ, can we just have a conversation
Where you are self-endowed with silver-worth?
Silver-worth
My, Mrs. Dalloway
My, Mrs. Dalloway
Sketching women in summertime cafés
So reluctant to go home
My, Mrs. Dalloway
My, Mrs. Dalloway
Sketching women in summertime cafés
So reluctant to go home
My, Mrs. Dalloway
My, Mrs. Dalloway
Sketching women in summertime cafés
So reluctant to go home