come into my world, I've got to show, show, show you

Oh it is spring and I play Regina Spektor in my car and everyone is in yellow skirts and they twirl and we all exchange small smiles in our eyes. My concentration is shot to hell these days and all I can do is sing along and talk about the Czech Republic to the guy selling cotton candy in Central Park and Thai peanut sauce is all over my shirt, all the time. What I mean is, how do you say the words you know you'll never say? And what happens when you never say them? Life, I suppose.