Grounds For Divorce

You said you hate the sound

Of the busses on the ground

You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town

I said pretend it's whales

Keeping their voices down

Such were the grounds for divorce I know

On the radio

And the bouncing body' drone

Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone

I said look at the clouds

It's a show all on its own

Such were the grounds for divorce I know

But the darling is dead

We hit her on the head

It looked like a wedding cake

Though the darling is dead

We hit it on the head

It looked like a newlywed

But look at the lovers

And they way they stand

And the way they move and the way move their hands

And look at their babies

And their tiny little hands

And the way they get loved and the way they get loved oh

Oh look at the lovers

And they way they stand

And the way they move and the way move and the way move their hands

You said you hate the sound

Of the busses on the ground

You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town

I said pretend it's whales

Keeping their voices down

Such were the grounds for divorce I know

Looked like a newlywed

On the radio

And the bouncing bodies' drone

Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone

I said look at the clouds

It's a show all on its own

Such were the grounds, such were the grounds

for divorce I know