Bat You'll Fly

(الألبوم: Spirit They're Gone, Spirit They've Vanished - 2000)

Abby listen to the click of the
Fluorescence I found in sweet sad mouth
Weather was the Indian way
I bet you never have drove.
(And run on to the village) I'll follow.
('Cause happiness ain't bein') a swallow.

(Am I late instead,
When you wake up late.
Found your Velcro shoes,
It's a holiday.
And run on to the village, I'll follow.
'Cause happiness ain't being a swallow.)

I'm tired, faint
On the old
Beware, it's there, she's here, smile
You'll find reasons,
To power all the seasons.
Power hope infuses the blood
The child dies.

(Don't you worry, I'm your brother,
Finch rise early, but you'll recover.
I said, I said, I said, I said
Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Look who's got a beautiful place
On the Avenue Saigon.
Usually we have socks
And my compass to outdoor.
(And crouch under a bush) like a mate-uh,
('Cause happiness ain't lovin') it's winter.

(On a summer day,
There's a village way.
And the leaves are golden
And the trees are colder.
And crouch under a bush like a mate-uh,
'Cause happiness ain't loving it's winter.)

No more, bye. Thrown back out.
Your plan on your hands, must carve into shape
Streets are powered with people loving,
Words are destined to break down and bats will fly.

(And if there's trouble, I'm your brother
You'll talk subtle, but that's a cover.
I said, I said, I said, I said
Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Lame, lame
The doctor only picks what he wants
Sage
So give it to the preacher now
Mad in here, was welling from the westering wing.
A moment rang,
Your mother's said your girl is gone.

(I could have told you (to be living in the (place like one?))
I could have told you (you better let the building run)
I could have told you (to be living at the building now)
I could have told you (to be living in a building))

Swallow do you want to come home
And we'll ride in my buggy.
Take me 'cross the Indian waves
And we'll swim with the great whites.
(But you can still think back to) the wild,
('Cause happiness was being) a child.

(Now house is bare
And your mother, lonely.
And your village cries,
'Cause the kid is older.
But you can still think back to the wild,
'Cause happiness was being a child.)

My bones see for your eyes.
When you retire, she's here, smile
You'll find razors, the doubt always saves 'em
I am the reason that the child dies.

(Every morning I'm your brother,
Memories push you to paint another
I said, I said, I said, I said.
Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Bang! Nail. A doctor only preach like one.
Space. So give it to the preacher now.
Madeline, is hanging from the west-wing field, and
A moment rang and the moment said, "Your girl is gone."

(I could have told you (to be little in the pouring down)
I could have told you (to be little in the living red sun)
I could have told you (to be living in the pounding drum)
I could have told you (to be living, off far away...))

Don't you pray if it's only the play then
Writhe its stampings into the ground, yeah
I won't wait for you in a mural if
You won't wait for me in Albania

I feel so elusive in Houston,
You feel so exclusive in Houston