The Church - The Hypnogogue lyrics
[The Church - The Hypnogogue lyrics]
When you wanted it, I was there
When you first went in
No one twisted your arm
When you tasted it like you'd been
Tasting it your whole life
As you went under into unknown
Remember the music pulled out of your head
Piano trickling into the cans
Insulating guitars, reptilian bass
Kick in your face, the snare in your heart
You won't get something
(Did you make a reservation)
You won't get something out of mind
(For tonight?)
You won't get some things outta my time
(I got no reservations)
You won't get something out of mind
Woozy strings in the garden
You finger the cymbals
Gawk at machine heads, cast up your account
Suddenly we had too much
The organs were swelling
The moonbeams were burning
The arrows did fall
Then like the tide went out
The ensemble were dying
A quickening flourish
But that's another story
Well, I gotta jet, it's already late
It's already too soon, I'm ready to jam
Your tranquil apartment, the ambient music
Music for love time, incantation in song
Now I stand empty handed at
The threshold of silence
The end of performance, the end of a life
You won't get something out of mind
(Did you make a reservation)
You won't get some things outta my time
(For tonight?)
You won't get something out of mind
(I got no reservations)
You won't get something out of mind
When you first went in
No one twisted your arm
When you tasted it like you'd been
Tasting it your whole life
As you went under into unknown
Remember the music pulled out of your head
Piano trickling into the cans
Insulating guitars, reptilian bass
Kick in your face, the snare in your heart
You won't get something
(Did you make a reservation)
You won't get something out of mind
(For tonight?)
You won't get some things outta my time
(I got no reservations)
You won't get something out of mind
Woozy strings in the garden
You finger the cymbals
Gawk at machine heads, cast up your account
Suddenly we had too much
The organs were swelling
The moonbeams were burning
The arrows did fall
Then like the tide went out
The ensemble were dying
A quickening flourish
But that's another story
Well, I gotta jet, it's already late
It's already too soon, I'm ready to jam
Your tranquil apartment, the ambient music
Music for love time, incantation in song
Now I stand empty handed at
The threshold of silence
The end of performance, the end of a life
You won't get something out of mind
(Did you make a reservation)
You won't get some things outta my time
(For tonight?)
You won't get something out of mind
(I got no reservations)
You won't get something out of mind