Daedelus, Busdriver - Quiet Now (feat. Busdriver) lyrics
[Daedelus, Busdriver - Quiet Now feat. Busdriver lyrics]
Her beauty is it's own color
Her curves reveal it's every promise
I'm without shrine when light bends
To complement her outline
I am without shrine when light bends
I'm just a man
Built to break and filled with hate
When I see beauty that cannot be
Put on a film and taped
When a woman appeared and light bended
She's an ethereal flight attendant
I thought that I was reborn
Or maybe life ended
I discontinued to suck on my ice blended
Thinking she was just made
For adult modelling to make men salivate
She developed a cult following
With vulgar mammals who want to
Clip her wings but
I thought of her as a solar panel
And I'm not alone, most men agree
So I bedded my feelings in a foster home
Replaced them with Cro-Magnon testosterone
But, I've never been good at
Hiding I've loved her since
Asked if she could color
Print the summer scent
And she did using notes flying out of
Golden tunnels with a single utterance
My man brought to a bleak yelp
When faced with this woman wearing
Chlorophyll and sea kelp
And angels hung from behind
Her as her seatbelts
Her beauty is it's own color
Her curves reveal it's every promise
I'm without shrine when light bends
To complement her outline
I am without shrine when light bends
There's a digital blip
On the whimsical length of
Whose physical fit frame
Depicts my indigo crypt
I'd like to die with my head
On her bosom and sulk
Trade my thoughts with her like
I was on wooden pulp sheets
All I could do was stand there
Sending her strands of hair
Put 'em in my vault to keep
She was like "we're not
On the same wavelength" and I was like "OH
You're one of those prima donnas"
"Reading melodrama from a teleprompter"
She's like come now I know you
Looking for rats who fornicate
At every point on the map on your tour date
Then to put 'em in your
Raps and record a tape
That may bear some partial truth
But, I'm an artful sleuth and I care to say
You make Carmen look like a
Golf ball on a fairway
And I may be captivated by
The scent of your hairspray but, I am not
I repeat i am NOT HIM
Light bends around her
She won't register at the check-out counter
I stick my neck out offer her my web out
But, I flounder her beauty is it's own color
Her curves reveal it's every promise
I'm without shrine when light bends
To complement her outline
I am without shrine when light bends
Her curves reveal it's every promise
I'm without shrine when light bends
To complement her outline
I am without shrine when light bends
I'm just a man
Built to break and filled with hate
When I see beauty that cannot be
Put on a film and taped
When a woman appeared and light bended
She's an ethereal flight attendant
I thought that I was reborn
Or maybe life ended
I discontinued to suck on my ice blended
Thinking she was just made
For adult modelling to make men salivate
She developed a cult following
With vulgar mammals who want to
Clip her wings but
I thought of her as a solar panel
And I'm not alone, most men agree
So I bedded my feelings in a foster home
Replaced them with Cro-Magnon testosterone
But, I've never been good at
Hiding I've loved her since
Asked if she could color
Print the summer scent
And she did using notes flying out of
Golden tunnels with a single utterance
My man brought to a bleak yelp
When faced with this woman wearing
Chlorophyll and sea kelp
And angels hung from behind
Her as her seatbelts
Her beauty is it's own color
Her curves reveal it's every promise
I'm without shrine when light bends
To complement her outline
I am without shrine when light bends
There's a digital blip
On the whimsical length of
Whose physical fit frame
Depicts my indigo crypt
I'd like to die with my head
On her bosom and sulk
Trade my thoughts with her like
I was on wooden pulp sheets
All I could do was stand there
Sending her strands of hair
Put 'em in my vault to keep
She was like "we're not
On the same wavelength" and I was like "OH
You're one of those prima donnas"
"Reading melodrama from a teleprompter"
She's like come now I know you
Looking for rats who fornicate
At every point on the map on your tour date
Then to put 'em in your
Raps and record a tape
That may bear some partial truth
But, I'm an artful sleuth and I care to say
You make Carmen look like a
Golf ball on a fairway
And I may be captivated by
The scent of your hairspray but, I am not
I repeat i am NOT HIM
Light bends around her
She won't register at the check-out counter
I stick my neck out offer her my web out
But, I flounder her beauty is it's own color
Her curves reveal it's every promise
I'm without shrine when light bends
To complement her outline
I am without shrine when light bends