Better Things - The Magnetic Fields

On winter nights the mermaid sings

«I was made for better things

Better things, dearie

Better things»

In early spring the ghost princess

Goes haunting in her pretty dress

Pretty dress, your majesty

Pretty dress

And I have heard

The singing of real birds

Not those absurd birds

That simply everybody’s heard

Real birds

In summer when the moon is full

The wolf boy is adorable

Adorable, you’re

Adorable

I have observed

The winging of real birds

Not those reserved birds

That simply everyone’s observed

Real birds