Letras:
Animal Collective Merriweather Post Pavilion

: Met a dancer Who was high in a field From her movement Caught my breath on my way home Couldn't stop that spinning force I felt in me Everything around

: Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks and A voice from the clock says, \"You're not gonna get tired\"

: We'll feel sublime. Am I really all the things that are outside of me? Would I complete myself without the things I like around? Does the music that

: I'm getting lost in your curls I'm drawing pictures on your skin, So soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn't say so but

I'm getting lost in your curls I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn't say so but

Just a sec more in my bed Hope the machine's working right When it's just precisely tuned That's how it comes out so nice Make sure my kid's got a dress

Met a dancer who was high in a field From her movement caught my breath on my way home Couldn't stop that spinning force I felt in me Everything around

No more runnin' says my mind All this movement has just proved your kisses are too fine All the harmony that I'd seen Friends I once had turn their thoughts

Am I really all the things that are outside of me? Would I complete myself without the things I like around? Does the music that I make play on my awkward