歌詞
I was listening to the first grace notes of the day play
The sun kept on rising ’til it floated away
Gone to join the bright side, needed to count in,
Controlled demolitions, the path through the mountain
Did I see it right, can’t believe where the day went,
Gone like a mic drop, tired of waitin’
Want to start again, need to think up an alias,
You sleep in your clothes now, it makes you feel safe
Now you’re clearing the room just like Pontius Pilate,
When he showed all his home movies,
All of his friends yelling “Pilate! Too soon!”
Came out the other side some kind of agnostic,
Keeping a straight face, but at some point you lost it
A painting of a wasteland, beautiful, I guess,
But I only like art when it’s changing the subject
Listening to the first grace notes of the day play,
The sun kept on rising ’til it floated away
Spun out of control, you recover and steer through,
Into controlled slide, it’s just what you do
And now you’re clearing the room, like Pontius Pilate,
When he showed all his home movies
All of his friends yelling “Pilate! Too soon!”
So I got you a map to find a home in the stars,
I hope you get there…
You want to start again but you need to count in though,
On 3 we burst through the Overton window
And fall through the kaleidoscope of your mentions,
You’re buried in daydream, you think it’s an entrance
And it’s clearing the room just like Pontius Pilate,
when he showed all his home movies
All of his friends yelling “Pilate! Too soon!”
So I got you a map to find a home in the stars,
I hope you get there…
Listening to the first grace notes of the day play
The sun kept on rising ’til it floated away…
Written by: A.C. Newman
