Lyrics:
Spoken sideways and indirect
Without a single word left unchecked
And by your own admission
No one is ever above suspicion
Defenses never to be
by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take
drowning in suspicion
Ever since I let you go
I've got a feeling that I'm not alone
I hear your voice in the silence
In the dead of night
When there's
In sync
To myself
My suspicions were confirmed
When I stared straight ahead
Without a flicker of an eyelid
For 37 minutes
And
I was joined by
743
Are you going to be all mine? Oh
Or are you going to waste my time? Oh
Are you good for me baby
Are you going to be by my side
Are you going to be
Dead by dawn!
Dead by dawn!
Dead by dawn!
Dead by dawn!
A trip to a cabin, in rural Tennessee.
Some students play a tape that resurrects an entity.
well you've been living a lie by your own admission
my patience has been hard enough to fake
and the secrets you save for your new physician
are
capsules. They have been anesthetized with hallucinatory, hypnotic gas that sharpens emotions during the R.E.M. sleep phase. Dark space creates nightmares
to the shore by the watchers of the bay
I wait, til I come back like a tsunami
Never microwave like the watchers of the weight
I'm wrapped in aluminum foil, I do
and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child
down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit.
The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the
Oldest of Tigers that
And just to prove all their suspicions
It didn't take too long
They found out there were
Whole groups of people, in plain sight
Running around with no
got it
Oh, that you're not it
Oh, and it's just a matter of time
Before one by one, your friends
Fully discover
The real you
The real you
ensued
Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench Her tower tombed
Tending to Her
Time goes by, When I am dreaming
Why, Can't I, see the, true meaning
There's people I've met and greeted and I said that I needed to know just what
nocy każdy szelest krzyczy
Miasto wierci w potylicy
Radzę byś na mnie nie liczył
Środek sobotniej nocy
Kawałki wspomnień w kieszeniach
Karty serwetki
miewam faze rem
Sam sobie latarnią medytuję by osiągnąć zen
Wsród ciemności latam bezmyślnie poszukując światła
Mknę do ogniska które je roztacza
Nie
I have no dreams
Cuz I missed REM by about 3 hours
I'm staring at the ceiling at 3am
Thinking about the things that could've been
Because I'm staying
Could never be bothered by amateurs
Move so quick all they see's a blur
They feel the blast of cool air so they know it's her
I took the worm from
on my shoulders
Twenty four carats, that's a nugget that you notice
Hold up, I got a call that's a' unknown
Hello, yeah, it's Rems from the ends, who's
and these humans
Perforated visions I ignore
Comforted by the way that she snore
Water wavy but the pee be gravy
Fill a bitch, but don't need no baby
Emo
The sweaty palm to my sweaty hand
Tried to find the cheapest ticket
Leaving for the promised land
My homies always had the
Little debbies locked
Sundays by
Red Eye
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced album by Paul Day
W tle cień rzeczywistości, wracam do starych lat
Na słuchawkach R.E.M., bo tracę wiarę w świat
Pochłonięty myślą, znowu głębsza grupa spraw
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