Mama, Won't You Keep Them Castles in the Air and Burning Songtext
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Mama, Won't You Keep Them Castles in the Air and Burning Songtext
Invisible like all the reasons
Dark and cold like all the seasons
Things are not as you would have them
I′m no man and you're no woman
I guess I hope to see you sometime
Though our paths will never intertwine
Again I hope you notice
I′m no hare and you're no tortoise
And I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread
Just to know that you can′t wait to see me dead
An idea in your head and a compass in your hand
On a mission to a foreign land
So now I′m out for political favors
A salary that corresponds with labor
Big house and a morning paper
Good fences that make good neighbors
I'm at the end This here my rope
Another year to write and read the book I wrote
No dialing out for a good time
To bathroom wall toss it a dime
Dead king, dead swing Ali look out!
We have new rules to do without
You talk of Jesus ′til I'm well fed
The man is swimming, swimming, swimming in my head
Why settle down, why even try?
You tag ′em out beat bloodless I
So drop dead stock What fallen tree?
I leave New York for other cities
Which let me play with gas and fire
Took out an ad best friend for hire
And I know that Mama told me never to come
But I came soft and slowly bang me metal drum
Like Berryman Bed-wet poet fears
That better men drink taller beers
Like scientist I lost my glove
To bloody fists and harder drugs
So stick the knife and we get young
Like sacred cow without a tongue
who sang a song sing time does not cut deep
but cuts most absurdly (so la da dum x8)
Dark and cold like all the seasons
Things are not as you would have them
I′m no man and you're no woman
I guess I hope to see you sometime
Though our paths will never intertwine
Again I hope you notice
I′m no hare and you're no tortoise
And I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread
Just to know that you can′t wait to see me dead
An idea in your head and a compass in your hand
On a mission to a foreign land
So now I′m out for political favors
A salary that corresponds with labor
Big house and a morning paper
Good fences that make good neighbors
I'm at the end This here my rope
Another year to write and read the book I wrote
No dialing out for a good time
To bathroom wall toss it a dime
Dead king, dead swing Ali look out!
We have new rules to do without
You talk of Jesus ′til I'm well fed
The man is swimming, swimming, swimming in my head
Why settle down, why even try?
You tag ′em out beat bloodless I
So drop dead stock What fallen tree?
I leave New York for other cities
Which let me play with gas and fire
Took out an ad best friend for hire
And I know that Mama told me never to come
But I came soft and slowly bang me metal drum
Like Berryman Bed-wet poet fears
That better men drink taller beers
Like scientist I lost my glove
To bloody fists and harder drugs
So stick the knife and we get young
Like sacred cow without a tongue
who sang a song sing time does not cut deep
but cuts most absurdly (so la da dum x8)
Writer(s): Alexander John Ounsworth, Tyler W. Sargent, Lee C. Sargent, Sean Michael Greenhalgh, Robert Guertin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com