You know, when you smell sex and candy here, and someone's lounging in your chair, casting devious stares in your direction?
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this surely is a dream
Voices from nowhere seducing me to all the lyrics in the world. My balance has been disturbed. Time stumbles drunkedly while lives are frozen, until they're born again, ripening in the sun.
I hear the language of flowers and now...
"...And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings..."
That moment, when you grab on to your past in order to move on to your future: that's Fall
The smell of air conditioning
The fish are belly up
Empty all your pockets
Because it’s time to come home
Nostalgia is a funny thing.
It might take you down roads you expect,
or roads you don't
Nostalgia is a funny thing.
It might take you down roads you expect,
or roads you don't
...And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And you take what you want
But you don't get it for free
You need more time
Cause your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it'll...
...On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me...
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