Poppy - TV On The Radio

I’m not looking for a mommy

Don’t seem like you need a poppy

Plenty of time till you’re an old lady

And the same for me before I’m an old man

We could celebrate it monthly

How we stayed individuated

Oh kid, congratulations

You held on to your dear dear dear identity

Even while spending so much time with me

I see two blackbirds in the yard

They are paired together

They are feeding

They are flying

They are fucking

I see two dragonflies do the same in midair

There is something

Special in the air

We wake up in the same bed

But with different bodies

God bless our separate heads

Oh desire will run about

That’s what the geese were all roaring about

The fact that our love

Is not that kind of love

Not that selfish love

Says what’s yours is mine

And what’s mine is yours

I don’t need to turn you out

You don’t need to turn me into your whore

We are not some rutting pair of wild boars

We’re just psyched so psyched

So psyched so fucking psyched

That’s what the geese are all roaring about

That’s what their hearts were all open about

Our love

That kind of love

Unselfish love