Vampire Weekend "White Sky" lyrics

White Sky

An ancient businessA modern piece of glassworkDown on the corner thatYou walk each day in passingThe elderly sales clerkWith eyes full of suspicionThe whole corporation's giving it permission

The little stairwayA little bit of carpetA pair of mirrors thatAre facing one anotherOut in both directionsA thousand little JuliasThat come togetherIn the middle of Manhattan

You waited since lunchIt all comes at once

Around the cornerThe house that modern art builtI ask for modern artTo keep it out the closetThe people who might own itThe sins of pride and envyAnd on the second floorThe Richard Cera Skate Park

Waited since lunchIt all comes at once

Along the park walkAsk all of our questionsWhile all the horsesRace taxis in the winterLook up at the buildingsImagine who might live thereImagining you're walkingOn a bowl upon the sing there

You waited since lunchIt all comes at once

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