MewithoutYou - Tortoises All The Way Down lyrics
[MewithoutYou - Tortoises All The Way Down lyrics]
Watchmen w their eyes closed
Ransom and a scripture by the
Picture of your face
Messages the rhymes chose
Blueprint for contrition in a cigarette case
Everybody knows, son
Everybody knows what you’ve done
Everybody knows, son
Everybody knows exactly what you’ve done
Charles was alive then
Towering like a mountain at
The silver trumpet blast
William still alive till when
Our altars are all
Emptied of his offerings to the last
Everybody knows, son
Everybody knows just what you’ve done
Everybody knows, son
And so again it goes you
Can’t end what you’ve begun
Surely as the sun early on
The east side comes before my sleepless eyes
Your features metamorphosize
Surely as the sun early on
The east side comes
If only you had known how soon
You’d be on your own
How suddenly they’d cast the stone
When the mouths of praise and blame
Start to sound the same
And you’ve asked they please
Not come back around
& yet they happen by, you can offer my reply:
"there’s tortoises all the way down"
Since the night you came dressed
Up in your righteous name
All you claim to see doesn’t
Mean a thing to me
Surely as the sun early on
The east side comes
I know I’m not the only one
Whose blindfold-and-a-scale-ship refused
To sail and yet failed since each
Search for solid ground
You sing to me at night
As the moving finger writes
On tortoises all the way down
You think that glass of wine
Could cancel half a line?
But it won’t wash our words out this time
& I’m not the only one
Who’s got nowhere to run
Cause everybody knows, son
Everybody knows just what you’ve done
Everybody knows, son
Everybody knows what you’ve done
While all hiding inside
Our painting-of-a-house hung-up-inside-
That same
Painted-house-which-ever-implies-another
Painted-house-inside lives
Serpent-in-the-sky-lives!
Servants-of-the least-high!
Most-tortoiseless lives!
Would you meet me sometime soon, son
Down by the riverside?
There’s room enough in my paradise
My empty little mind
Ransom and a scripture by the
Picture of your face
Messages the rhymes chose
Blueprint for contrition in a cigarette case
Everybody knows, son
Everybody knows what you’ve done
Everybody knows, son
Everybody knows exactly what you’ve done
Charles was alive then
Towering like a mountain at
The silver trumpet blast
William still alive till when
Our altars are all
Emptied of his offerings to the last
Everybody knows, son
Everybody knows just what you’ve done
Everybody knows, son
And so again it goes you
Can’t end what you’ve begun
Surely as the sun early on
The east side comes before my sleepless eyes
Your features metamorphosize
Surely as the sun early on
The east side comes
If only you had known how soon
You’d be on your own
How suddenly they’d cast the stone
When the mouths of praise and blame
Start to sound the same
And you’ve asked they please
Not come back around
& yet they happen by, you can offer my reply:
"there’s tortoises all the way down"
Since the night you came dressed
Up in your righteous name
All you claim to see doesn’t
Mean a thing to me
Surely as the sun early on
The east side comes
I know I’m not the only one
Whose blindfold-and-a-scale-ship refused
To sail and yet failed since each
Search for solid ground
You sing to me at night
As the moving finger writes
On tortoises all the way down
You think that glass of wine
Could cancel half a line?
But it won’t wash our words out this time
& I’m not the only one
Who’s got nowhere to run
Cause everybody knows, son
Everybody knows just what you’ve done
Everybody knows, son
Everybody knows what you’ve done
While all hiding inside
Our painting-of-a-house hung-up-inside-
That same
Painted-house-which-ever-implies-another
Painted-house-inside lives
Serpent-in-the-sky-lives!
Servants-of-the least-high!
Most-tortoiseless lives!
Would you meet me sometime soon, son
Down by the riverside?
There’s room enough in my paradise
My empty little mind