The Magnetic Fields - Irma Lyrics

Irma waits by the window
Vaguely looking down at her socks
And humming, possibly her
Father will come home with a box

Of chocolates, possibly
Not father's memory
Was never what it once was
Shouldn't really drive anymore
Either as if in answer
With a sound like blowing up your

Ears, father's jeep crashes
Through Irma's wall she says
Bad words as several hundred
Boxes of her favorite kind
Of chocolate fill her bedroom
But she doesn't actually mind