Of Montreal - A Sentence of Sorts In Kongsvinger lyrics

i spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown while living in norway

i felt the darkness of the black metal bands

but being such a faun of a man i didn't burn down any old churches

just slept way too much just slept

my mind rejects the frequency it's static craziness to me is it a solar fever?

the t.v. man is too loud our plane is sleeping on a cloud

you turn the dial i'll try and smile

we've eaten plastic weather this family sticks together

we will escape from the south to the west side

my mind rejects the frequency it's just verbosity to me

what did he say?

i spent the winter with my nose buried in a book

while trying to restructure my character

cause it had become vile to it's creator

and through many dreadful i nights i lay praying to a saint

that nobody has heard of

and waiting for some high times to come again

dirty old shadow stay away don't play your games with me

i am older now i see the way you operate

if you don't hurt me then you die