Fleet Foxes
Helplessness Blues

Sim Sala Bim

He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside

Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night



Ruffle the fur of the collie 'neath the table

Ran out the door through the dark

Carved out his initials in the bark



Then the Earth shook, that was all that it took for the dream to break

All the loose ends would surround me again in the shape of your face



What makes me love you despite the reservations?

What do I see in your eyes

Besides my reflection hanging high?



Are you off somewhere reciting incantations?

Sim sala bim on your tongue

Carving off the hair of someone's young



Remember when you had me cut your hair?

Call me Delilah then I wouldn't care 

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