Crooked Doves Eyes :: Bangarang by The Invisible Teal Lyrics
As you proclaim your prose in peace
I sit deaf to every word
Pouring toward this spot of ground
Where I catch them with my mouth
No utensils in my hands
And just the faintest wraiths of plans:
To absorb, perhaps internalize that smile
It isn’t too hard
When I wake up to check the time
Nostrils flaring as I sigh
Turn my face from left to right
Then I open up my eyes …
After months, I’m still surprised
When I clutch my pillow tight
Hear it sigh and, seconds later, there’s that smile
This isn’t too hard
And every sordid past life
Dissolved in knowing blue eyes
While multitasking on our way to another time ...
Then every sordid past life
Expired from a child’s brown eyes
While multitasking on our way to another time
As you proclaim your prose in peace
I sit deaf to every word
Pouring toward this spot of ground
Where I catch them with my mouth
No utensils in my hands
And just the faintest wraiths of plans:
To absorb, perhaps internalize that smile
No need to worry or to hurry –
There are no reavers here
May every sordid past life
Descend like scales from our eyes
While multitasking on the way to a better time
And may all impending new lives
Prevail like crooked doves’ eyes
While loving faithfully and learning to fly!
Both of your shoulders are shaking?
Well, here is some comfort – bangarang!
All of your spirit is breaking?
Well, here’s a new language – bangarang!
If, in the end, the best we can do
Is raise a hypocrite’s hell with the relatively righteous
We might as well burn with a smile!
Both of your shoulders are shaking?
Don’t you grieve, ‘cause here is some comfort – bangarang!
All of your spirit is breaking?
Don’t you grieve, ‘cause here’s a new language – bangarang!
But when the mystery dissipates
Will you still say I remind you of the ocean?
Don’t you grieve, don’t you grieve
Remember when you agreed to adventures
‘cause danger is the father of flight!
Both of your shoulders are shaking?
Don’t you grieve, ‘cause here is some comfort – bangarang!
All of your spirit is breaking?
Don’t you grieve, ‘cause here’s a new language – bangarang!
I believe that when I fall
It will be forever
Because now I see
The world is round
Don’t you grieve!
I sit deaf to every word
Pouring toward this spot of ground
Where I catch them with my mouth
No utensils in my hands
And just the faintest wraiths of plans:
To absorb, perhaps internalize that smile
It isn’t too hard
When I wake up to check the time
Nostrils flaring as I sigh
Turn my face from left to right
Then I open up my eyes …
After months, I’m still surprised
When I clutch my pillow tight
Hear it sigh and, seconds later, there’s that smile
This isn’t too hard
And every sordid past life
Dissolved in knowing blue eyes
While multitasking on our way to another time ...
Then every sordid past life
Expired from a child’s brown eyes
While multitasking on our way to another time
As you proclaim your prose in peace
I sit deaf to every word
Pouring toward this spot of ground
Where I catch them with my mouth
No utensils in my hands
And just the faintest wraiths of plans:
To absorb, perhaps internalize that smile
No need to worry or to hurry –
There are no reavers here
May every sordid past life
Descend like scales from our eyes
While multitasking on the way to a better time
And may all impending new lives
Prevail like crooked doves’ eyes
While loving faithfully and learning to fly!
Both of your shoulders are shaking?
Well, here is some comfort – bangarang!
All of your spirit is breaking?
Well, here’s a new language – bangarang!
If, in the end, the best we can do
Is raise a hypocrite’s hell with the relatively righteous
We might as well burn with a smile!
Both of your shoulders are shaking?
Don’t you grieve, ‘cause here is some comfort – bangarang!
All of your spirit is breaking?
Don’t you grieve, ‘cause here’s a new language – bangarang!
But when the mystery dissipates
Will you still say I remind you of the ocean?
Don’t you grieve, don’t you grieve
Remember when you agreed to adventures
‘cause danger is the father of flight!
Both of your shoulders are shaking?
Don’t you grieve, ‘cause here is some comfort – bangarang!
All of your spirit is breaking?
Don’t you grieve, ‘cause here’s a new language – bangarang!
I believe that when I fall
It will be forever
Because now I see
The world is round
Don’t you grieve!