Diane Cluck - Auction Lyrics
And the sun, it sets on the auctionbut the auctioneer is still hawkingit seemed we had lots in commonbefore we started talkingyou said you'd come here looking for a heartand checked out the white elephant tableoh, an elephant heart is a size too largebut its beat is incredibly stablebut its beat is incredibly stableand the sun, it sets on the auctionand the things she spent lifetimes collectingtrickle home through cross continental carpoolsafter moments of appraising and dissectingthere was a frowning copy of the mona lisai bought a five-dollar phonebut i still couldn't reach you after many times trying( it was a problem with the wiring )125, 135, 145, soldtill shelvings and closets and cabinets are cold155, 165, 175, soldthe selling of things you can pick up and holdwhen what i'd rather buy was the look on your facewhen you saw me and you started biddinguntil you had bid up all the money you'd savedand i laughed and you said, “i'm not kidding”and i laughed and you said, “i'm not kidding”and the sun, it sets on the auctionit gets darker now, fraction by fractionand i feel it's time to be goingbut something must move me to actionthen the auctioneer walks by with his mic in his handand he says, “i can't do this much longer !oh, my tongue's getting slower and i can't keep upwith the depth of their need and their hunger...”with the depth of their need and their hunger
