The Persistence Of Memory

歌詞

Good morning baby New Year Its father time I'm ticking away As the clock strikes twelve And the room starts to spin You look so lovely Comatose As the liquid fire Burns your throat A singe And you're sucked into A portal once again. And now I'm on my way Gloves off and the battle is done And now I'm on my way Sleep now my lover, lover I'm on my way So what's your excuse for playing god? Good morning baby New Year Its father time I'm slowly keeping age under my skin And when the glass begins to empty grains I'll remember all the time's ill sing Over these black and whites My fingers fight The epic battle of a melody. The truth is I'm scared of me. And I see things That no one would ever glimpse As your eyes roll back And the real party begins And I feel things That I'm not supposed to feel As I reassure myself That I'm nothing but a jewel upon your crown. So what's your excuse for playing God? What's your excuse for playing And ill dream things That will never grace the heart Of the fantastic fiasco 'm bred between And ill fear things That will end this sleep we love A sudden shake from this even place Where ill sit when I'm alone. Like a jewel upon your crown