The sky is where polka dots go to die
Wish I could tell you they're immortal
But that would be a lie
The stars you think are sweet are really not
See, every star is just a rotting, dead polka dot
Why can't they play all day?
Why do they have to fade away?
Once there were rows and rows of them
Why do these happy times end? Patterns
The polka dots are floating in the air
They used to live on my umbrella
And ribbons in my hair
Their bodies bloat and shrivel and deflate
I wonder what they could've done
To deserve this awful fate
Why can't they play all day?
Why do they have to fade away?
Once there were rows and rows of them
Why do these happy times end?
Patterns
You were man's best friend
Without you
We cannot clash or make a splash
We have to blend
Why do these happy times end?