Текст песни The Hopeless Opus Or The

Let's reminisce of our first dance together
along the ocean floor.
Your dress was made of egg shells.
My hair was in a pompadour

While we were hunting for the Marshmallow Coast.
I played a prank that brought shame to one of my colleagues.
I taught Herr Coushiboe's eyes how to imitate a bog.
They employed their new talent perhaps too frequently.Of Montreal - The Hopeless Opus Or The - http://ru.motolyrics.com/of-montreal/the-hopeless-opus-or-the-lyrics.html
Finding this incarnation preferable
they decided to stay that way
But then his eyes became ambitious
and they started to grow.
They felt confined as a bog and wanted more recognition.
They desired to be acknowledged by a map
and that is how Coushiboe discovered my gag.
When he opened up a map and saw his eyes looking back at him.