Vampire Weekend - White Sky lyrics

An ancient business

A modern piece of glasswork

Down on the corner that

You walk each day in passing

The elderly sales clerk

Won't eye us with suspicion

The whole, immortal corporation's given it's permission

The little stairway

A little piece of carpet

A pair of mirrors that

Are facing one another

Out in both directions

A thousand little Julias

That come together

In the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunch

It all comes at once

Around the corner

The house that modern art built

I ask for modern art

To keep it out the closet

Of people who might own it

The sins of pride and envy

And on the second floor

The Richard Serra Skatepark

Waited since lunch

It all comes at once

Sit on the park wall

Ask all the right questions

Why are the horses

Racing taxis in the winter

Look up at the buildings

Imagine who might live there

Imagining your Wolfords

In a ball upon the sink there

You waited since lunch

It all comes at once