It melts his face It's all he does Oh And TV Tom It melts his flesh you know all he does Sitting down He's counting posies now He mutes the TV So the record player makes its sounds The song hits like it's made for him It tells him so, she loves him still Oh and TV tom Sitting down He's counting posies now He mutes the TV So the record player makes its sounds The song hits like it's made for him It tells him so, she loves him still And TV Tom Sitting down counting posies by the record player Just sits and stares at the muted television Static plays and her face appears on the screen Her scent enters the room It melts his face