Bright Eyes - A Machine Spiritual lyrics
[Bright Eyes - A Machine Spiritual lyrics]
The people's key ringing through arena seats
The black machine played it all from memory
A fever dream
Well, I'll come back eventually
To wade into the water another and another
We go form some kind of code
The bodies float and form some kind of code
The bodies float someone's out to know
Papa hobo don't hide your eyes
Mother mountain don't kill your unborn child
His day is coming his day is coming
A question burns
Beneath the centuries of dirt
That voice you've heard
Well, every head's a different world
Where mine's concerned
I boarded up the windows a catatonic plateau
A backwards black-faced minstrel show
So just let me go the prisoner moans
Oh, just let me go the prisoner moans
No one has to know
Eva Braun went to dye her hair
Little Hitler sat in his giant's chair
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed of nowhere and dreamed
The people's key ringing filling everything
The theme repeats thinner than the galaxy
Impart to me your wisdom and eventually
I'll float into the ether
Another from another
We grow form some kind of code
Of flesh and bone we form some kind of code
Of flesh and bone no, you're not alone
History bows and it steps aside
In the jungle there's columns of purple light
We're starting over we're starting over
We're starting we're starting
The black machine played it all from memory
A fever dream
Well, I'll come back eventually
To wade into the water another and another
We go form some kind of code
The bodies float and form some kind of code
The bodies float someone's out to know
Papa hobo don't hide your eyes
Mother mountain don't kill your unborn child
His day is coming his day is coming
A question burns
Beneath the centuries of dirt
That voice you've heard
Well, every head's a different world
Where mine's concerned
I boarded up the windows a catatonic plateau
A backwards black-faced minstrel show
So just let me go the prisoner moans
Oh, just let me go the prisoner moans
No one has to know
Eva Braun went to dye her hair
Little Hitler sat in his giant's chair
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed of nowhere and dreamed
The people's key ringing filling everything
The theme repeats thinner than the galaxy
Impart to me your wisdom and eventually
I'll float into the ether
Another from another
We grow form some kind of code
Of flesh and bone we form some kind of code
Of flesh and bone no, you're not alone
History bows and it steps aside
In the jungle there's columns of purple light
We're starting over we're starting over
We're starting we're starting