Eisley - Plenty of Pages lyrics
[Eisley - Plenty of Pages lyrics]
Hey this song is called "Plenty of Pages"
Something's growing under that wing
I think a face is dawning
Oh, no, the bugs are growing faces
And it's crazy to me how you seem to see
Things with your magic eyes, and
Maybe it's not the type of book
You would read to your baby
I'll take my book of rhymes back off my shelf
Because I am washing all these pages
They're tearing at the seams
I'm scraping up my knees
For, somehow, the world to open up
And swallow all these words
That are making all these chapters
So disagreeable to me
I cut the moon in half
And stuck a piece to my hair
It made the back of my head glow
Golden yellow, then I took
Ten stars on sticks
And placed them in my small metal
Bucket, and I gave the other half
Of the moon to you, oh
So you wouldn't forget me while I'm gone
Because I am washing all these pages
They're tearing at the seams
I'm scraping up my knees
For, somehow, the world to open up
And swallow all these words
That are making all these chapters
So disagreeable to me
And, oh, my love we can live on the sun
And wouldn't we be attractive
Riding in our shining motor cars
With eyeglasses full of stars
And plenty of paper for scenery painting?
'Cause, I am, I'm washing all these pages
They're tearing at the seams
I'm scraping up my knees
For, somehow, the world to open up
And swallow all these words
That are making all these chapters
So disagreeable to me
Something's growing under that wing
I think a face is dawning
Oh, no, the bugs are growing faces
And it's crazy to me how you seem to see
Things with your magic eyes, and
Maybe it's not the type of book
You would read to your baby
I'll take my book of rhymes back off my shelf
Because I am washing all these pages
They're tearing at the seams
I'm scraping up my knees
For, somehow, the world to open up
And swallow all these words
That are making all these chapters
So disagreeable to me
I cut the moon in half
And stuck a piece to my hair
It made the back of my head glow
Golden yellow, then I took
Ten stars on sticks
And placed them in my small metal
Bucket, and I gave the other half
Of the moon to you, oh
So you wouldn't forget me while I'm gone
Because I am washing all these pages
They're tearing at the seams
I'm scraping up my knees
For, somehow, the world to open up
And swallow all these words
That are making all these chapters
So disagreeable to me
And, oh, my love we can live on the sun
And wouldn't we be attractive
Riding in our shining motor cars
With eyeglasses full of stars
And plenty of paper for scenery painting?
'Cause, I am, I'm washing all these pages
They're tearing at the seams
I'm scraping up my knees
For, somehow, the world to open up
And swallow all these words
That are making all these chapters
So disagreeable to me