Pantone 292

Well, another restless night here in Michigan. One of these days I'm gonna have to go back to work, and these late nights will probably have to stop. I just can't sleep, so instead I listen to the magnetic fields on repeat.

Wi' nae  wee bairn ye'll me beget
Untwinkle, little ee
My ainly pang'll be regret
A maiden I will dee

But I'll turn into a nightingale
My song will warm thy heart
Well I'll turn into a threshing machine
and tear thy bird apart...
But I'll turn into a vampire
and kiss you on the neck
Well I'll turn into a siller cross
and send thee back to Heck...
But I'll turn into a hydrogen bomb
and atomize the air
Well I'll turn into a cockroach
and you'll see if I care...
But I'll turn into a supernova
and burn up everything
Well I'll turn into a black little hole
and you'll turn into string...
But I'll turn into God Himself
and then you'll come to me
Well I will not believe in you
and then where will you be...
My ainly pang'll be regret
A maiden I will dee