Of Montreal Little Viola Hidden In The Orchestra lyrics

Miniature woodwinds whistle underwater
While electric eels make the ocean warm in summer
Olives that were left on the sand become bathing beach bunnies
Being wooed by seashells singing elegant choruses

Little viola hidden in the orchestra
How I love to pretend the sounds you make
Are flowers that slowly encircle the band
That curl around each note that's played
The audience charmed by the floating garden of music
Giddily pick musical floral bouquets

And now it's time for the play

The actor in the center of the stage looks sadly at a teacup
Reads a poem off the teacup and covers his face
With a page of a poem on the teacup and sings
'What a terrible lie you told me that you're heart was mine to buy

All those feelings you implied, it all was just terrible lies
Oh, what a terrible lie'

Do you remember in the first verse
When I told you about the seashells singing?
Well, if you wanna hear what it sounds like
You just have to listen in

I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things
That I think about, the nasty little things I'll keep them to myself
I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things
That I think about, the dirty little things I'll keep them to myself
I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things
That I think about, the sinister things I'll keep them to myself