[ti:The Index] [ar:Piano Magic] [al:Artists' Rifles] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Index - Piano Magic [00:55.62]I have thought about you in your summer abode [01:02.93]In your lunatic smock in chronicle mode [01:10.70]The typewriter smack as you nail in the words [01:16.82]And the turntable's drunk reflection occurs [01:52.18]I have thought about you in your grasshopper pose [01:59.17]And the cigarette smoke carving trails through your clothes [02:07.22]Your spanish guitar pins your bed to the floor [02:13.27]So your dreams can't escape and they're yours evermore [02:49.59]Paris she bleeds night into her cup [02:55.59]As you index the birds label them up [03:03.75]Paris she bleeds night into her cup [03:09.69]As you index the birds and you label them up