lyrics
Lightning is lifted up from my lungs,
simplified by the sight of the sun.
Respiration Perspiration
Reparations for imperfection
Fireworks are forming in my eyes
pointillism cross the autumn sky
Illumination, rumination
electrifying execution.
Come lay in the grass, come down with me.
We’ll color our bodies and paint the leaves.
Creating a canvas from mother’s green,
creating clay sparrows from what’s beneath our feet.
I’ve got a friend that I think you should meet,
a friend in need
of a friend in need
Take a Little Rumination,
sanctify the old solution.
We are Christmas trees
awaiting these
breathing lives that will fall when Autumn leaves.
Fuck the bride before the fall,
douse her throat with alcohol.
There’s meaning in the meaningless.
The nature of nature is infinite, infinite, infinite, infinite,
and to achieve human infinity requires an affinity
for all things impractical, the things that I love,
the only investment I find any meaning in, beautiful ringing and
making a life ain't making a living.
Far too far to be drawn by any hand.
Far too far to be a calculated dance.
Far too far to be drawn by any hand.
Far too far to be a calculated dance.
There’s meaning in the meaningless,
there’s meaning in the meaningless.
It is time to leave that beautiful magic place.
Leaves that breathe,
leaves that breathe.
Do you remember when
you made a mess
and wouldn’t confess?
They smiled then,
wiped off your face
and put you to bed.
Balanced on the crazy cliff,
you relieve your hand
and lighten your grip.
You feel loosened,
free from your false innocence.
It was time for Clara to leave that beautiful magical place, but the memories of that wonderful Christmas dream would stay with her forever.
I’ve got a friend that I think you should meet.
I’ve got a friend that I think you should meet.
A friend in need
of a friend in need.
credits
license
all rights reserved
