The Pastel Gods Lyrics

Step out into the backyard, baby

Our temple for the pastel gods

Little birdies in their nest going crazy

Waiting on food from their mom

Walk out onto the side street, baby

I see you kissing every cat

They see you coming like some leading lady

In a movie with a peacock hat

You're still the one I want to sit by in the dark

And listen to the sirens call the wind

I hear the lonesome call of time when we're apart

I hope to walk you to the end

Step out into the neighborhood dog show

Eukanuba on the streets

Might see a Puli or a Poodle with an afro

Some Husky bitch you want to greet

Watch out for Labradoodles on B Street

Watch out for black holes

Watch out for imaginary kittens

In a box by the side of the road