in the time of every detuned thing coming forward only to fade back in
you got no money, you’re still alive
you’ll spend everything on plane tickets til the day you die.
and when you got nothing nice to say don’t say anything
that doesn’t truly help to overthrow the king.
bring me the head of the past, i want to see it.
how big is the monster looking over your shoulder?
how big is the river in which you are the boulder?
i wish my heart would manage to grasp it all.
i take it in, i take it in, i take it in, i take it in (i need it, i need it)
one at a time.
i put sugar on everything.
in the time of every little breath being one/two/three mississippi closer to death
and in the time of wrapping heads round poles and watching them dance,
what will come nobody knows but i’ll run with you, i take the chance.
but dear, the skeleton always smiles.
as if there was something funny about the afterlife.

Lyrics submitted by feathersandtwine

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