Grounds For Divorce

You said you hate the sound
Of the buses on the ground
You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town
I said pretend it's whales
Keeping their voices down
Such were the grounds for divorce I know

On the radio
And the bouncing bodies' drone
Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone
I said look at the clouds
It's a show all on its own
Such were the grounds for divorce I know

But the darling is dead
We hit her on the head
It looked like a wedding cake
Though the darling is dead
We hit it on the head
It looked like a newlywed

But look at the lovers
And the way they stand
And the way they move and the way they move their hands
And look at their babies
And their tiny little hands
And the way they get loved and the way they get loved, oh

Oh, look at the lovers
And the way they stand
And the way they move and the way they move
And the way they move their hands

Said you hate the sound
Of the buses on the ground
Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town
Said, pretend it's whales
Keeping their voices down
Such were the grounds for divorce I know

Looked like a newlywed

And the radio
And the bouncing body drone
Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone
Said look at the clouds
It's a show all on its own
Such were the grounds, such were the grounds for divorce I know