The Arctic Circle - Owen Pallett

She drives a little white car to the seminar on Modern Romance

Possible possible ideas for a date include… a shooting range

And her chest is full to bursting with thoughts of an evening

Nobody nobody nobody will ever know her longing

She’s got a heart that will never melt

She’s got a heart that will never never melt

Shields up!

Shields up!

Bar the door, and keep your dukes up!

Tell lies, tell dirty lies, tell diggory lies, until you’re lying in his bed

He has a tendency, a tendency to fall for shining eyes and baby fat

But the quarry don’t share his taste for Anne McCaffrey

And he dresses alright but the conversation is wrong, all wrong

Nobody nobody nobody will ever know his longing

He’s got a heart that will never melt

He’s got a heart that will never never melt

Shields up!

Shields up!

Bar the door, and keep your dukes up!

Tell lies, tell diggory lies, tell chiggery lies, until you’re lying in his bed

Now you can endure the fear

Now you can endure the hell

Now you can endure the lies

Now you can endure the fear

Your rock and roll has gone away