Letra

Each night I rewrite your blueprints Time has webbed a silky haze over my eyes And so the truth is Elasticated for extra comfort Still I ache for juvenilia Juvenilia, she haunts me A naive poem, A dusty bear Another trinket to adorn me With an army of talismen I run Stories of number 149 That are read to me at bedtime by my mind Plays of phantasmagoria On the oscillating walls and doors that When you're only four foot four Are banquet halls and dungeon corridors Pedalling to fly, A strange momentum I've forgotten And so now I, A flightless bird anchored to land Have got to get on with a show I never auditioned for When can I go home? Stories of number 149 That are read to me at bedtime by my mind Plays of phantasmagoria On the oscillating walls and doors that When you're only four foot four Are banquet halls and dungeon corridors Stories of number 149 That are read to me at bedtime by my mind Plays of phantasmagoria On the oscillating walls and doors that When you're only four foot four Are banquet halls and dungeon corridors Children playing on street at the 149 Songs are playing in the kitchen at the 149 Oh, the 149 Children playing on street at the 149 Songs are cooking in the kitchen at the 149 Oh, the 149 587451 Oh, at the 149 (587451) Oh, at the 149 (587451) Oh, I'm so lucky that in my dreams I see you (587451) When I'm lucky to be (587451) (587451) In my dreams I see you when I'm lucky to be (587451) I'm lucky lucky to be back home (587451) At the 149 (587451) At the 149
Writer(s): Rosalie Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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