Why Banacek Doesn't Love

Yes, your guile, it has bestown me

With a knowledge of espionage, intrinsic and big

I accredit you with this, that

And a string of broken entries

But don't forget quoting and stealing

And quoting and stealing

And quoting and stealing and quoting

Did I mention

The caesarean, it could take all night

And potentially all day

But the boys are all scared, the surgeons must be spared

They'd be pretenders, pretenders all of them

The throne - a summer home, six weeks, no pay

With the stitches we've sewn

Our hands, they become (treats?)

In the genealogy of which there

Lay trials and deceits

Therein there lay trials and deceits

There lay trials and deceits

Believe me, when I breathe, it means

I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of

I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of

I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of

Before you know, we find ourselves in witch country

Playing a mean harpsichord, a slow accordion

To people far more proficient than we'll ever be

I recant on all the present glories

In the face of better stories

Yes, the years always end in winter here

Amongst all the loose talk

Turn the page, you might understand what they're saying

A language with curves, girl-friended and giddy

One ill-shapen but still expensive

The other one somewhat free

While we nail the door shut

The rut we expected was right here

The dykes were in place

But the pikemen replaced them with spears

I know it doesn't sound likely

But tonight it's all I see

A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of

A seceding from a love we don't believe of