Texty: Eels. Looking Out The Window With A Blue Hat On.

Oh, she comes on like a fog,
Then she goes out like a nuerotic dog,
So now I'm sitting here thingking all day long,
Looking out the window with a blue hat on,

Find me an open grave,
Just push me in,
Then let me out to live again,

So, she bought a little book,
And filled it up with names she never shook,
So, I'm just one of them, thinking all day long,
Looking out my window with a blue hat on,

Find me a sky hi cliff,
Just let me try to,
jump right off, maybe I'll fly,

Find me an open grave,
Just push me in,
Then let me out to live again