High Art, Local News

The New Pornographers
In a good girl new world, teaming with you, filled to the roof
To make high art, mad love, nightly news
Skip the reviews, they don't want to be known, don't want it read
It's just something that's floating in somebody's head
So let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this
In a postcard parkside rendezvous, teaming with you
To make high art based on walking the dog, walking through fog
And please skip the reviews, because someone you've met's
Become something exploding in somebody's head
Let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this
It leaves voices in people
In a countdown downtown total eclipse, big as the Ritz
You find new signs, no time, some you could use, lost in your shoes
But don't skip the reviews, we don't want it said
"It's just something that's floating in somebody's head"
Let me, princess, print this