We're in a tin box and I've got a toothpick
And I have been poking the air
Somebody gave you a knife for your birthday
I think I know who, but that's not my affair
So I dance down the street like I'm Miss Angelina

My legs are so grounded and strong
And I'm not afraid that if I am the skipper
I'll steer my flesh into the bog
But is there something in the movies that's better than my love?

Is there something in the movies that's better than my love?
I carried around a stuffed pig in my arms
And I did it until I was five
I got it from someone who died of attention

And lived an extraordinary life
But I gave it to you on the day that we met
'Cause already I trusted you best
And everyone dies but they shouldn't die young

Anyway you're invited to set
And is there something in the movies that's better than my love?
Is there something in the movies that's better than my love?
I left you in life cause you don't need my pen to embellish your noteworthy parts

And I only write songs about things that I'm scared of
So here, now you're deathless in art
You've got this and the movies and also my love
You can have it all baby, I'm giving it up