Impossibly New
THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS · Phone Power 2016 · Track 11 of 18
Written by They Might Be Giants
Walking through a world so dated Made of bones and wood so ancient Bitter dudes throwing rocks and flipping birds In this town of rude deceivers Please make way for two believers They can't lie and their arms are open wide
The corner phone booth In its youth Loved burning leaves and morning suits It's true The only smokestack coming back is me for you With love that's impossibly new
As we gather round the campfire Telling tales of local vampires Don't get scared of the shadows over there
Two for once We'll have a ball Run thru the sodium pentathol It's true The only smokestack coming back is me for you With love that's impossibly new Impossibly new