Of Montreal
"Wraith Pinned To The Mist (and Other Games)"

Let’s have bizarre celebrations,
Let’s forget who forget what forget where,
We’ll have bizarre celebrations,
I’ll play the Satyr in Cyprus, you the bride being stripped bare.

Let’s pretend we don’t exist,
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica.

Let’s have bizarre celebrations,
Lets forget when forget what forget how,
We’ll have bizarre celebrations,
We’ll play Tristan and Izolde but make sure I see white sails.

Maybe I’ll never die,
I’ll just keep growing younger with you,
And you’ll grow younger too,
now it seems too lovely to be true,
but I know the best things always do.

let’s pretend we don’t exist,
let’s pretend we’re in Antartica.