Will Wood - That’s Enough, Let’s Get You Home lyrics
[Will Wood - That’s Enough, Let’s Get You Home lyrics]
My dream girl, those eyes, that nose
My private inside joke
Sign the cast on my funny bone
Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts
Haunt my bedroom at night and
Say "Let’s get you home"
They say "Grow up, be a man
‘cause until then you’re nothing but
A short haired girl"
But come and Braille palm-read and hold my
Hand, see my reason and "Goodbye
Cruel world"
And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?
And the wife of Walter Keane
Whose name right now’s escaping me
That’s right, Margaret!
Dream girl, come and sweep me off my knees
I’d rather stay asleep than nеver see
You wake up next to mе
Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold
To incubate the shadows you can’t
Stitch back to your soles
You seemed fine just a few days ago
But CO2 and fish tanks do
Enough to get you home
Well now you swear in
Your prayers, telling time
"Promise I’ll never have fun again
If you’d stop flying, " but then
You start crying, "Never mind
You win!"
And far too late came far too soon
And the love you never made became
The things you’d never do
Oh, sweet Mary!
Dream girl, come but keep your hands off me
Go on back to bed, my love, I mean
That’s where dreams are supposed to be
So come on, William, grow up, be a man
‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you
Like you’re just a little girl
But come and Braille palm-read
Hold my hands
And you’ll see that it’s me who cries
Mercy while your fingers curl and
Oh, are you at all like me?
Do you know what I mean?
Or am I too close to see?
Someone, anyone?
Of the two things we do on our knees: watch
Me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles
Well, here is the church, here is
The steeple, open the doors
See all the people
Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home
My private inside joke
Sign the cast on my funny bone
Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts
Haunt my bedroom at night and
Say "Let’s get you home"
They say "Grow up, be a man
‘cause until then you’re nothing but
A short haired girl"
But come and Braille palm-read and hold my
Hand, see my reason and "Goodbye
Cruel world"
And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?
And the wife of Walter Keane
Whose name right now’s escaping me
That’s right, Margaret!
Dream girl, come and sweep me off my knees
I’d rather stay asleep than nеver see
You wake up next to mе
Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold
To incubate the shadows you can’t
Stitch back to your soles
You seemed fine just a few days ago
But CO2 and fish tanks do
Enough to get you home
Well now you swear in
Your prayers, telling time
"Promise I’ll never have fun again
If you’d stop flying, " but then
You start crying, "Never mind
You win!"
And far too late came far too soon
And the love you never made became
The things you’d never do
Oh, sweet Mary!
Dream girl, come but keep your hands off me
Go on back to bed, my love, I mean
That’s where dreams are supposed to be
So come on, William, grow up, be a man
‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you
Like you’re just a little girl
But come and Braille palm-read
Hold my hands
And you’ll see that it’s me who cries
Mercy while your fingers curl and
Oh, are you at all like me?
Do you know what I mean?
Or am I too close to see?
Someone, anyone?
Of the two things we do on our knees: watch
Me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles
Well, here is the church, here is
The steeple, open the doors
See all the people
Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home