Lucky #8 Songtext
von Jennifer Castle

In the tidal pools of pain
Swimming in the seas of fate
You know how this came to be
And it rhymes with the lucky number 8
Lay it on its side, sweet angel
Sleep eternally
Are you really my archangel
Summoning for me?

Well, you know I can reason
I reason with the best of them
I′m sitting at the diamond table
And i'm marvelling at the charts and diagrams
What percentage am I spirit?
What percentage is machine?
Come on, baby, let me hear it
What are you whispering to me?


And when′s the last time that you
You tried the theory of collapse
And all the multi-felt dimensions
Came to you and coalesced at last
And you marvelled as the spaces
Came to represent
Nothing more than the orbits
That we circumvent?


So just give the money to the dancers
While their hips go figure eight
And they entrance us with the answers
And we hope and pray the message ain't too late
And I know that I have to get going
Cause every good night turns to morning
And I hope I can find my way back home
Cause i've wandered out
And i′m all alone
And I don′t want to lose ya
You're my only audience
Nor will I abuse ya
By not making sense
Just give the money to the dancers
While their hips go figure eight
And they entrance us with the answers
I hope it′s not too late
Just give the money to the dancers
While their hips go figure eight
And they entrance us with the answers
I hope it's not too late
I call my friend, and she comes over
While this trip begins to fade
I ask her gently for the answers
She says it′s getting late
She says it's getting late
She says it′s getting late
She says it's getting late
I hope it's not too late