"When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers.
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees.
And holy rattle snakes that fell all around your feet.
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder.
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor.
As we would lay and learn was each other's bodies were for.

This is the room one afternoon I knew I could love.
And from above you how I sank into your soul.
Into that secret place where no one dares to go.

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking.
And your dad would dream of all the different ways to die.
Each one a little more than he would dare to try."

King of Carrot Flowers - Neutral Milk Hotel.

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