Unbelievable Things - Superchunk

When you commissioned your cage

Indoor living became all the rage

Landscapers, hustlers, and gents

Offered to pay at least half your rent

Pale pink and punished in style

Tuning in each time your satelite smiles

Well your lips don’t move

But my ears are burning

And my blush is proof

That from your window you sing

Some unbelievable things

A queen with several kings

And I: a bird without wings

Now lying flat on your back

Counting cashmere sweaters, counting cracks

And all those slippery gents

Have found their way into your air conditioning vents

Your signal fizzles and fades

Still bouncing off the stars but silent in space

And your lips don’t move

But my ears are burning

And my blush is proof

That from your window you sing

Some unbelievable things

A queen with several kings

And I: a bird without wings

And I’m starting to believe

And I’m starting to believe

And I’m starting to believe

And from your window you sing

Some unbelievable things

A queen with several kings

And I: a bird without wings

Let me pin these on you