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An ancient business, a modern piece of glasswork
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passin'
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
The whole, immortal corporation's given its permission
A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions, a thousand little Julias
That come together in the middle of Manhattan
You waited since lunch
It all comes at once
Around the corner, the house that modern art built
A house for modern art to keep it out the closets
The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor, the Richard Serra Skate Park
You waited since lunch
It all comes at once
Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
"Why are the horses racing taxis in the winter?"
Look up at the buildings, imagine who might live there
Imagining your wolfords in a ball upon the sink there
You waited since lunch
It all comes at once
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passin'
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
The whole, immortal corporation's given its permission
A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions, a thousand little Julias
That come together in the middle of Manhattan
You waited since lunch
It all comes at once
Around the corner, the house that modern art built
A house for modern art to keep it out the closets
The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor, the Richard Serra Skate Park
You waited since lunch
It all comes at once
Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
"Why are the horses racing taxis in the winter?"
Look up at the buildings, imagine who might live there
Imagining your wolfords in a ball upon the sink there
You waited since lunch
It all comes at once
Lyrics submitted by billjohn, edited by dodgerblue
White Sky Lyrics as written by Christopher William Tomson Christopher Joseph Baio
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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I honestly think this song is about having sex in different places across the Manhattan. I especially got that from:
"You've waited since lunch/It all comes at once."
Which is followed by the raucous AHHahh Aahhhaaa woowoo's of the chorus, which could themselves represent the actual deed.
Hearing "The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion/ The holy motor corporation is giving it's permission" I thought it had to do with walking past a the desk in the building, nonchalantly, with the intention of actually having sex somewhere inside.
"Ask all the right questions While all the horses race the taxis in the winter Look up at the buildings imagine who might live there Imagining your wolfords in a ball upon the sink there" seems to lend itself to being about the silly, empty banter between a lustful couple, as the girl is really just imagining another place for their deviant hobby.
I think you're spot on there. Especially when you consider the lines <br /> <br /> "A pair of mirrors that<br /> Are facing one another<br /> Out in both directions<br /> A thousand little Julias<br /> That come together"<br /> <br /> They're having sex in a change room, and the last bit about the wolfords is them pretending to look at the buidings, and ask all the right questions, while really just imagining how her pantyhose would look balled up in one of the building's bathroom sinks<br />