LyriXML: Ana Ng (They Might Be Giants )

Make a hole with a gun perpendicularEm C D
To the name of this town in a desk-top globeEm C D
Exit wound in a foreign nationE Am G C G
Showing the home of the one this was written forD C D

My apartment looks upside down from thereEm C D
Water spirals the wrong way out the sinkEm C D
And her voice is a backwards recordE Am G C G
It's like a whirlpool and it never endsD C D

Ana Ng and I are getting oldG C D
And we still haven't walked C G
in the glow of each other's majestic presenceBb C D
Listen Ana hear my wordsG C D
They're the ones you would think C G
I would say if there was a me for youBb C D

All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?

Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked
in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:C D G D C
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"C D G D C

They don't need me here, and I know you're there Em C D
Where the world goes by like the humid air Em C D
And it sticks like a broken recordE Am G C G
Everything sticks like a broken recordD Am G C G
Everything sticks until it goes away D Am G C G
And the truth is, we don't know anything D C D