The Oyster

Finally found a place to rest my head
( Thank you for listening to
The Atlas, This is The Oyster)
There are scenes
I sleep between
oh late at night my oyster heart
turns affliction in to art
and when I dream I use it
making little bits of music
watch them grow
just like a pearl
the earth was white
until the lord picked up that crumb
between his finger and his thumb
paint it blue and green
all blue and green except the ends
where it just snows
on and on and on and on and on
hey,what more do you expect?
what more do you believe?
hey,what love we can reject?
what death is there to grieve?
there are scenes
I sleep between
oh joy is just a giant shout
you pull it in and push it out
but if you hold it in you
yeah, the wind will die within you
let it blow
yeah, it's the same
our bodies change
I am the one that lets you know
I am the one that wraps my loving arms around you
when they put you in the ground
and let you go
on and on and on and on and on
what more do you expect?
what more do you believe?
hey,what more do you expect?
what more do you believe?
hey,what love we can reject?
what death is there to grieve?
(You sleep alone tonight)
hey,what more do you expect?
what more do you believe?
hey,what love we can reject?
what death is there to grieve?
Finally found a place to rest my
Finally found a place to rest my head