Punchline by Kiva Simova

You have yourself a perfect sense of timing
And I'm hanging on to each and every word
But something's always lost in the translation
And what I have to say is left unheard

You keep me in stitches
I cry so hard I laugh
And it's all that I can do to keep a straight face

I might just have to have myself committed
To break this awful spell that has me bound
Your death defying logic with its stranglehold
Keeps me from getting up from off the ground

You keep me in stitches
I cry so hard I laugh
And it's all that I can do to keep a straight face

It seems as though you went into the wrong line
And your ship is never coming in
But for now you have me as your captive audience
And I'm waiting for the lights to go down
And the first act to begin

You keep me in stitches
You keep me in stitches I cry
You keep me in stitches I cry so hard
You keep me in stitches I cry so hard I laugh
But why am I still waiting for the punchline

• World
• eclectic
• experimental
• jazzy pop
• overtone singing
• Winnipeg