Eisley - Plenty of Paper lyrics
[Eisley - Plenty of Paper lyrics]
Something's growing under that wing
I think a face is dawning oh no
The bugs are growing faces
And you're lost quite classically with
Your nose in a book
And it seems so fitting, and
Perhaps this is the end we've
Sought after for so long
And perhaps now it's done
Because we've found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around our identical hands
Composing our commands
I cut the moon in half
And stuck a piece through my hair - it
Made the back of my head glow
Golden yellow and 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
So you wouldn't forget me while I'm gone
Because we've found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to enjoy
Them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks -
Our identical hands composing our commands
And 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 paintings?
Because we've found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to enjoy
Them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks -
Our identical hands composing our commands
I think a face is dawning oh no
The bugs are growing faces
And you're lost quite classically with
Your nose in a book
And it seems so fitting, and
Perhaps this is the end we've
Sought after for so long
And perhaps now it's done
Because we've found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around our identical hands
Composing our commands
I cut the moon in half
And stuck a piece through my hair - it
Made the back of my head glow
Golden yellow and 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
So you wouldn't forget me while I'm gone
Because we've found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to enjoy
Them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks -
Our identical hands composing our commands
And 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 paintings?
Because we've found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to enjoy
Them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks -
Our identical hands composing our commands