Fatalist Palmistry
Why? Lyrics

I sleep on my back Cause it's good for the spine And coffin rehearsal.
I sleep on my back because it’s better for my physical health and to rehearse for the end of my life when I’ll be in a coffin.

I know a psychic who Reads her own palm and Her findings are personal.
I know a psychic who can read her own palm, and the results relate personally to her.

She keeps her fists shut tight And she sleeps on her side. Well maybe she knows Something I don't know.
The psychic keeps her fists shut and sleeps on her side, perhaps because she knows something about the world that I don’t.

But I am still alive, in love, And wide-eyed in my time; Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths.
I’m alive, in love, and alert, not yet dead and wrapped in cloth like a mummy.

Your cat clawed out my eyes While I was distracted by your smile. And now my sockets sit Like empty catcher's mitts waiting. And you ask me is there Anybody else that I’m dating.
Your cat blinded me while I was looking at you, and now my empty eye sockets wait like baseball gloves. And you ask me if I’m seeing anyone else.

‘Anna & Nathan’ Anna, I’m patient, But your painted pony is fading, Lost like a snakeskin in high grass And out there thrashing like a pet Bird caught in a jet stream, that's me. You counting blessings ‘cause Your net worth ought to be less Cream in your best dreams.
Anna, I’m trying to be patient, but our relationship is fading like a painted pony in the sun, and I feel like I’m out of control and flailing like a bird in a jet stream. You’re grateful for what you have, but maybe you need less in your life.

But God put a song on my palm That you can't read
God gave me a special talent or purpose, but you don’t understand it.

I’m lucky to be under This same sky that held The exhale from your first breath Like a ring on a pillow of clouds But you my tongue may stutter But my gift heart screams clear and swells To burst between the wrapped lengths Of its baved ribbon cell.
I’m glad to be under the same sky as you, and I feel a strong emotional reaction when I’m around you. My heart is full and wants to express itself clearly.

There's a moth flock in my gut growing; A tug at my groin like tides trying To pull moon towards them, I can't ignore them. And when we say your name Our tongues catch flame. And you wonder why we ain't Got nothing to say.
I feel nervous and excited around you, like a fluttering in my stomach and a strong pull towards you. Our tongues catch fire when we talk about you, but you don’t understand why we can’t express ourselves.

‘Anna & Nathan’ (At your house) Anna, I’m patient, (Embroidered on a kitchen towel.) But your painted pony is fading, Lost like a snakeskin in high grass. And out there thrashing like a pet Bird caught in a jet-stream, that's me You’re counting blessings ‘cause Your net worth ought to be Less cream in your best dreams.
Anna, I’m at your house trying to be patient, but our relationship is fading. You’re thankful for what you have, but maybe you need less in your life.

But God put a song on my palm That you can't read I’ll be embalmed With it long before you'll see
God gave me a special talent or purpose that you don’t understand. It’s a part of me that will last even beyond my death.