Frank Sinatra
[Verse 1]
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
[Chorus]
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
[Verse 2]
Beyond the suns that guard this roof
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths
Beyond your latest ad campaigns
[Verse 3]
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps
He saves what others throw away
He says that he'll be rich someday
[Verse 1 (x2)]
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
[Chorus]
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record