Paroles: Mountain Goats, The. Flight 717: Going To Denmark.

your bright eyes render all discussion pointless

your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure

i look at you and i know that the house will come down

because your burning eyes are bright and pure

but there's a room for us in a red brick building

by a bright green field in denmark



i've got a twitch in my leg and it makes me nervous

and i've got fifty cents in my watch pocket

and your name beating march time in my blood

putting pressure on the hollows of my eye sockets

there's a room for us in a red brick building

by a bright green field in a very old country



my mouth is open

so you can stuff the bright red roses in.

'cause i feel the california sky closing in.

there's a room for us on the third floor of a red brick building

by a green field with a stream running through it in denmark.

yeah!