Lyrics of Jacob The Horse – Tympanis

She’s rolling like a tympani
Of thunder across some foreign shore
She shakes her hands and grits her teeth
“I just can’t take this anymore”

She clutches to her rosary
And carves her name into my arm
With her eyes as she stares at me
“I should have listened to my mom”

“Who gave me this here crooked nose
Whose prayers will keep me safe at night
Whose pulse I feel down in my bones
Whose intuition’s always right”

Who’s rolling like a tympani
And grumbling through the telephone
And blocking out her memory
Of all the times she said to me–

“Your hair smells like the ocean, baby
Where did you go yesterday?
You said that you went to the airport
To meet your friend from Italy

And I don’t mean to sound suspicious
But perfume lingers on your sleeve
You smell like you have talked to strangers
You look like you’ve been on the beach–
Your hair…”

I guess she never saw it coming
What a fiend, and woe is me.
I work the late shift at the market
Keep myself from going crazy.

Writing my own symphony
With perfect words and perfect timing
Maybe an apology
Forgive me like a fear of flying.

But I deserve no sympathy
Won’t delude myself into feeling
Any wrong’s been done to me
That I am more than just a villain

Spreading out so flimsily
A man made of construction paper
Flips and tumbles on the breeze
Every time you say to me–

“Your hair smells like the ocean, baby
Where did you go yesterday?
You said that you went to the airport
To meet your friend from Italy

And I don’t mean to sound suspicious
But perfume lingers on your sleeve
You smell like you have talked to strangers
You look like you’ve been on the beach.”

She’s rolling like a tympani
And buzzing like a dental drill
Her father told her not to hit me
But I kind of wish she will

I wish she’d split my cranium
And ended both our miseries
I wish this song could make her come
‘Cause this is an emergency.

Your hair smells like the ocean, baby
Where did you go yesterday?
You said that you went to the airport
To meet your friend from Italy

And I don’t mean to sound suspicious
But perfume lingers on your sleeve
You smell like you have talked to strangers
You look like you’ve been on the beach.

Your hair smells like the ocean, baby.