Road trip back to Egypt
I am sick and sick and sick of the Promised Land
But all your monuments and money cann't touch the milk and honey
of my Canaanite lover and her steady hand
Oh she has a steady hand.

Well, I wrote a hymn in jet black ink that I stole from you
You wrote a summer’s worth of epistles, they were diseased with truth
I wrote a hymn in April, and I will write my own eulogy soon
Yeah, I've died 24 times a day since you foretold what I would do.

You foretold what I would do.

Go ahead and cross that river alone but
There is something I have to tell you
Yeah, it's something you already know:
The bridge freezes before the road
And even fire seems cold when it's, when it's written in stone.
Isn't it written in stone?
No one reads what you write in stone.

I wrote a hymn in jet black ink that I stole from you
You wrote a summer’s worth of epistles, they were diseased with truth
I wrote a hymn in April, and I will write my own eulogy soon
Yeah, I've died 24 times a day since you foretold what I would do.

You foretold, and you foretold, you foretold what I would do
You foretold, and you foretold, you foretold

It's so heavy. It's so heavy. Won't you kiss me, please kiss me before I am out of breath.
It's so heavy. It's so heavy. Won't you kiss me, please kiss me until there is only lightness left.
Why so heavy? Why so heavy? Won't you turn off the light, yeah we're gonna wallow in the mess.
It is so heavy. Why so heavy? Won't you kiss me? We'll pretend we know what is best.
Don't we know what's best? Don't we know what's..,

We'll pretend (3x)


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Egypt song meanings
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