Vermilion Arithmetic

Lyrics

Spin me, Sibyl, spin me sick Kiss the candle, bite the wick Name me something almost true I’ll become it after two The minister married a mannequin Under a tangerine sun The bride wore a veil made of telegrams From everyone I’d never become Spin me, Sibyl, spin me sick Kiss the candle, bite the wick Name me something almost true I’ll become it after two Open me up Pour out the blue I was never the person The mirror drew Spin me, Sibyl, spin me sick Kiss the candle, bite the wick Name me something almost true I’ll become it after two