That turned an inexpensive room into St. Peter's
There's a parabolic story but it's boring
And it ends how you'd expect.
Forever dressing down
I'm like a stranger
Hanging round outside the kingdom hall
I'd've carried your wedding shawl
You could've said I was a school friend
And you drag your holy horse cart
In the sky when I wake up
They say it's just the sun
But I know that face
Excavating down
You'd find the drowning
And the drowned
And then there's a space
You could walk to our memorial
But it's pouring
And it ends how you'd expect.
I'd dig your dresses out
And hang 'em round about the house
And turn the lights down low
Now you're everywhere I go
Looking faintly disappointed
And you drag your holy horse cart
In the sky when I wake up
They say it's just the sun
But I know that face
The devil's tricks just seem to sit
So light on you
They'd never get the marionette
That's tied on you
In the parliamentary houses
There'll be talk of what this is
With inexpert witnesses
And evidence against us
But I'll take my pound of substance
From those insubstantial men
Whatever their arguments
I'll prove your innocence
Drag your holy horse cart
In the sky when I wake up
Oh yeah
Testify allegiance with more
Punctured wounds than Jesus
Oh yeah
Every statue's weeping honey
And it makes my sight go funny
'Cause I'm over-sympathetic
And I can't control myself
Leave that painful memory
In the Garden of Gethsemane
Oh yeah,
Oh yeah
It started with the moon That turned an inexpensive room into St. Peter's There's a parabolic story but it's boring And it ends how you'd expect. Forever dressing down I'm like a stranger Hanging round outside the kingdom hall I'd've carried your wedding shawl You could've said I was a school friend And you drag your holy horse cart In the sky when I wake up They say it's just the sun But I know that face Excavating down You'd find the drowning And the drowned And then there's a space You could walk to our memorial But it's pouring And it ends how you'd expect. I'd dig your dresses out And hang 'em round about the house And turn the lights down low Now you're everywhere I go Looking faintly disappointed And you drag your holy horse cart In the sky when I wake up They say it's just the sun But I know that face The devil's tricks just seem to sit So light on you They'd never get the marionette That's tied on you In the parliamentary houses There'll be talk of what this is With inexpert witnesses And evidence against us But I'll take my pound of substance From those insubstantial men Whatever their arguments I'll prove your innocence Drag your holy horse cart In the sky when I wake up Oh yeah Testify allegiance with more Punctured wounds than Jesus Oh yeah Every statue's weeping honey And it makes my sight go funny 'Cause I'm over-sympathetic And I can't control myself Leave that painful memory In the Garden of Gethsemane Oh yeah, Oh yeah Explain Request ×
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