i hate to be "that dork with the lyrics corrections" but here's what i think:
first verse:
an ancient business a model piece of glasswork down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
the elderly sales clerk will eye us with suspicion the holy motor corporation giving its permission
last verse:
sit on the park wall ask all the right questions while the horses race the taxis in the winter
look up at the buildings imagine who might live there imagining your wolfords in a ball upon the sink there
richard serra is a modern sculptor who makes all these iron arcs and stuff; i guess they do look kind of like a skate park. i saw one of his installations at the museum of modern art ("the house that modern art built") about two or three years ago.
wolfords are a brand of tights. i mean, he could have just said "imagining we're living together" or something, but instead he imagines her tights in the sink. SO. GREAT.
i hate to be "that dork with the lyrics corrections" but here's what i think:
first verse: an ancient business a model piece of glasswork down on the corner that you walk each day in passing the elderly sales clerk will eye us with suspicion the holy motor corporation giving its permission
last verse: sit on the park wall ask all the right questions while the horses race the taxis in the winter look up at the buildings imagine who might live there imagining your wolfords in a ball upon the sink there
richard serra is a modern sculptor who makes all these iron arcs and stuff; i guess they do look kind of like a skate park. i saw one of his installations at the museum of modern art ("the house that modern art built") about two or three years ago. wolfords are a brand of tights. i mean, he could have just said "imagining we're living together" or something, but instead he imagines her tights in the sink. SO. GREAT.