This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
How it whispered "Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry.
And whatever differences our lives have been,
We together make a limb."
This is the story of your red right ankle.
The Decemberists
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
How it whispered "Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry.
And whatever differences our lives have been,
We together make a limb."
This is the story of your red right ankle.
The Decemberists