Carbon Leaf - Reunion Monticello lyrics
[Carbon Leaf - Reunion Monticello lyrics]
Raise your family of ghosts
And spirit's, Sir, we really
Need to drink from your wine and yes
Your skeletons in the closets
(might I bring a few of mine?)
Let's see what we can't see
Unlock your books for a
Change glass excavated bit's
Of china mulberry Row scars still remain
Bones are everywhere
Aren't they? Our families spring from their
Graves their Sunday Best don't
Fit them bones the same way
And wine is seeping from
The barrel stavesagain
I'm in your tea room toasting lives unchanged
(while music's playing by the garden's
Edge) outside rusted joints prove
Souls asleep can flowers blooms
From this vintage? Relative
Skeletons nervously shuffle
We glance around community of our own
Quiet valley drips with hints
Of laughter mr jefferson
Can we slip these bones?
And bones are everywhere
Aren't they? What do you think
They'd see through those trees?
'Resurrected Spirit's Dancing
' you don't say!?
(The minstrel's new arrangement of History)
We danced and drank the sun! It
Over flowed and washed the past
Away we roamed! Echo!
Laughter! Spirit's danced
A jig around their graves then came the rain
A garden craves a balance of both
(I guess so) from the garden, they're all
Running from the garden
We're all looking for the garden
So much to maintain
Bones are everywhere aren't they?
Ghosty spirit's dash
Right past me finding hidden spaces
Favored places families disperse
To there graves
Bones are here to stay aren't they?
We cultivate the bones that
We're of sir, if you caught
Me drunk on wisdom
Would you say I've had enough?
And spirit's, Sir, we really
Need to drink from your wine and yes
Your skeletons in the closets
(might I bring a few of mine?)
Let's see what we can't see
Unlock your books for a
Change glass excavated bit's
Of china mulberry Row scars still remain
Bones are everywhere
Aren't they? Our families spring from their
Graves their Sunday Best don't
Fit them bones the same way
And wine is seeping from
The barrel stavesagain
I'm in your tea room toasting lives unchanged
(while music's playing by the garden's
Edge) outside rusted joints prove
Souls asleep can flowers blooms
From this vintage? Relative
Skeletons nervously shuffle
We glance around community of our own
Quiet valley drips with hints
Of laughter mr jefferson
Can we slip these bones?
And bones are everywhere
Aren't they? What do you think
They'd see through those trees?
'Resurrected Spirit's Dancing
' you don't say!?
(The minstrel's new arrangement of History)
We danced and drank the sun! It
Over flowed and washed the past
Away we roamed! Echo!
Laughter! Spirit's danced
A jig around their graves then came the rain
A garden craves a balance of both
(I guess so) from the garden, they're all
Running from the garden
We're all looking for the garden
So much to maintain
Bones are everywhere aren't they?
Ghosty spirit's dash
Right past me finding hidden spaces
Favored places families disperse
To there graves
Bones are here to stay aren't they?
We cultivate the bones that
We're of sir, if you caught
Me drunk on wisdom
Would you say I've had enough?