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Pangolin Dreams Lyrics

Staring through glasses with no lenses
At a tree climbing the sky.
Our father seems to have lost his senses
As he stands before our burning home

With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance;
Evidence, if you will…
Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.

I was so young; we were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense.
The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms.
Youth would not be wasted on us; we both have come so far.

What have I become? How could this have happened?
I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks.
I’d forgotten what I was looking for.
Power is flowing but the bulb is blown,
I have no faith to call my own.

With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance;
Evidence, if you will…
Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.
As I stumble onto broken knees, screaming at broken sleeping ghosts
On a hill with three trees…
The royalty is coming for my loyalty.

Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice.
I am so very apathetic.

You abandon me.

Cradled in my mother’s arms, my reserves have been set free.
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Cover art for Pangolin Dreams lyrics by A Girl a Gun a Ghost

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Cover art for Pangolin Dreams lyrics by A Girl a Gun a Ghost

Staring through glasses with no lenses At a tree climbing the sky. Our father seems to have lost his senses As he stands before our burning home

With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will… Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.

I was so young; we were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense. The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms. Youth would not be wasted on us; we both have come so far.

What have I become? How could this have happened? I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks. I’d forgotten what I was looking for. Power is flowing but the bulb is blown, I have no faith to call my own.

With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will… Gasoline dreams from a wishing well. As I stumble onto broken knees, screaming at broken sleeping ghosts On a hill with three trees… The royalty is coming for my loyalty.

Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice. I am so very apathetic.

You abandon me.

Cradled in my mother’s arms, my reserves have been set free.

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