Amanda Palmer - Slide - Текст песни

What is past...
What is past...
what is past...

Monachial dreams and a puddle of light
And a red little girl's at the top of a slide 
And an an orange old man at the bottom 
Wants to take her for a ride

As she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles 
Pennies fall out of the sky 
She could say that her dream's the american one
But she'd know it was a lie

She's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up
And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle
But her smile is white and her legs are spread wider
Her hair growing long
And her hips
Getting larger
Past
Getting brighter 
Light
Growing weaker

She is halfway down now but the man is impatient 
He tugs at his watchchain 
Today he'll be late 
But she's coming
She's coming 
She's coming 

Who taught the fingers
The fingers of the little girl
Who taught the fingers
Of the little girl on the swingset

As she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer 
The splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it 
The pennies were loaded and as they exploded 
She starts to spin out of control

Her eyes are now closing
Her sleeves are unrolling 
Up past her head
And her veins are all showing 
Not that she noticed
Her senses are focuses on 
One old man who's laughing
Who's laughing
Who's laughing

Don't worry, I've got you
Don't worry, I've got you
Don't worry, I've got you
Don't worry, I've got you

The orangeman got you

What is past...
What is past...
What is past...