Magpie Eggs

Looks like you've been eating magpie eggs again 'cause your face is a stamp

That's rejecting the little red marks to comprehend what's not that good, and what's bad

So first i'll have a day off to recover

And then another week to make my plans

And if you're not back when that first day's over...

Looks as if your eggs are all rotten, and now is the time to rely

On the spellbinders hat and his magic blue tie as our oceans run dry

The first day's when you'll get your toothbrush back

And the second ones made to compare

As you put the lotion in your backpack

I am already there...

There's no longer no one asking for your name at the beach house grill on the fourth floor

And when you go out for a swim you'll probably leave that face indoors

Looks like the eggs are ready hatched now and like you chose wrong when you went for tails

But how am i to forget you're there with your skin under my nails?

And it's always the same, and a calendar wouldn't help that much,

It is always the same