Amanda Palmer - Slide lyrics

What is past...

What is past...

what is past...

Monachial dreams and a puddle of light

And a red little girl's at the top of a slide

And an an orange old man at the bottom

Wants to take her for a ride

As she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles

Pennies fall out of the sky

She could say that her dream's the american one

But she'd know it was a lie

She's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up

And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle

But her smile is white and her legs are spread wider

Her hair growing long

And her hips

Getting larger

Past

Getting brighter

Light

Growing weaker

She is halfway down now but the man is impatient

He tugs at his watchchain

Today he'll be late

But she's coming

She's coming

She's coming

Who taught the fingers

The fingers of the little girl

Who taught the fingers

Of the little girl on the swingset

As she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer

The splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it

The pennies were loaded and as they exploded

She starts to spin out of control

Her eyes are now closing

Her sleeves are unrolling

Up past her head

And her veins are all showing

Not that she noticed

Her senses are focuses on

One old man who's laughing

Who's laughing

Who's laughing

Don't worry, I've got you

Don't worry, I've got you

Don't worry, I've got you

Don't worry, I've got you

The orangeman got you

What is past...

What is past...

What is past...