Beady Eyes on the Horizon-Jukebox the Ghost

歌手 : Jukebox the Ghost

专辑 : Let Live & Let Ghosts

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:07

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TXT Beady Eyes on the Horizon-Jukebox the Ghost 文本歌词

There's a dead man hanging

Slumped over the steering wheel

Of an interstate runaway bursting into flames

And the devil was gently breathing

Sleeping face-down in my apartment

And like all his friends

I'm growing tired of his games

And there's a homeless man arranging his hands

Grooving to the beat radiating from a police scanner

Who said

The air is feeling good to me

Just as cool and ripe as air can be

And a woman who sincerely believes in UFOs

And who can blame her

When the stars are hanging overhead

Dangling by a thread

Floating ten thousand feet off the ground

This was a story told to me

When I was just the age of 17

One which God Himself dictated to me

He said

This is how all this sh*t's gonna be

When I blow your little planet into smithereens

Blow your little planet into smithereens

It haunted my dreams like an accident

On replay on the TV screen

She sees faces in her dreams

Strange machines she'd never seen

Blueprints of submarines to reassemble

In a time of dire need

And there were preachers in the desert

Waving to the crowd

Dictating seven angry letters

From a man up in the clouds

And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies

And a hole inside a hurricane

With a pair of beady eyes

A pair of beady eyes

Looking down

Onto the pavement

While the stars are gathered 'round

Because they all want a front seat

When sh*t starts going down

Because the sun is just a supernova

Turned the other way around

There were strangers in the subway

And men in limousines making deals

And swapping photographs of cans of gasoline

And there are no angels in the woodwork

Or devils on the ground

And they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of sound

And a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around

And she is looking in behind him

From inside a wall of sound

And she is dancing with the neon because

The air is feeling good against her arms and legs

And fingertips are measuring the distance

In the spaces in between me and you

And all your friends

When there's no time to load a weapon

No time to make amends

And people frozen in their tracks

Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing