Your Bats

The Flaming Lips


Saw your nightmare bat go by my window
Saw them two lingering
Couldn't be a rabbit
Flying like usual
Couldn't be the habit
You saw them, too
Oh, every evening

So oh, goes
Oh, into the nightmare
Sun rising black instead of gold
Now or never
Saw your nightmare bat go by my window


Writer/s: The Flaming Lips

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