LyricsMorning Glory

Fantømex

Last update on: April 23, 2020
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#together against coronavirus

Last night, three serious adults Danced to pop songs in my living room Down half a bottle of James

Throats tingly, senses awakened We agreed on three truths among us Existence on Earth is much too fleeting Our spirits are much too free and Our bodies that hold them much too curious And on the back porch, we announced these truths To the January air and the nocturnals inhabiting Like Old Dickey, in his Strength of Fields plea We each sighed, "Lord, let me shake with purpose" And what began shortly thereafter In the soft carpeted listening room As shy shoulder sways and toe taps Evolved rapidly into a mad dancing trinity A twirling, twisting outright pissed promenade Both united and unique in our movements We each performed in this rite for an audience of merely One another, and three insects who'd heard the ruckus Accepting the most ridiculous twitch and rattle As a divine work of art, from the Lord herself Then back out to the cold for us, once our work was done All our time has led to this, I'll complain until I've lost my voice Now the train has moved along (And I, as if I've had a choice) Ever want to find me I'll be lying in the ground My address is easy; it's the dirt Well if this is what you choose the dollar has another sign And you're fine with all you'll lose? I've got it now; I bit my pride I'll be six feet under in four solid walls of sound Keeping your space clean for what it's worth You'd make me slave to your demise And if you could hide it would you try? But I'm lost to your intention, holy one Did you pray that it could be? Amazed by your invention It's almost like you wanted them to see So let me use my poor memory To reconstruct from wasted years Don't confuse this rarity For caring that you've "faced your fears" Ever want to find me I'll be lying in the ground My address is easy; it's the dirt Well if this is what you choose the dollar has another side And you're fine with all you'll lose? I've got it now; I bit my pride I'll be six feet under in four solid walls of sound Keeping your space clean for what it's worth You'd make me slave to your demise And if you could hide it would you try? But I'm lost to your intention, holy one Did you pray that it could be? Amazed by your invention It's almost like you wanted them to see Let me use my poor memory To reconstruct from wasted years I know the phases of the moon can't tell my story The flare of the sun in the morning glory Well pick me up by my feet and spin me around Lately I've been too high to see the ground

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