I read your manifestoes
And your strange religious tracts
You took me to your library
And kissed me in the stacks
Planets crash, world goes nova
Sun explodes, all goes black
You went off swinging London
And forgot to come back
You couldn't grok my race car
But you dug the roadside blur
You weren't into my airplane
But you loved the whirling world
Planets crash, world goes nova
Sun explodes, all goes black
You went off swinging London
And forgot to come back
Baby, come back
The Magnetic Fields
Holiday, 1994
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