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Thank you for the invite |
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To dance on golden streets |
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Leave the broken skyline |
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And charcoal cloud debris |
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I would likely join you if I weren't busy |
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But tonight my confession list is long |
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I will sit back, relax, and hold my head to the sun |
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Sit back, relax, and hold my head to the sun. |
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We will sing to thunder |
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Clap as the earth shakes |
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Hug under a hurricane |
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As we bypass the fiery lake |
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I will read my scripture in Dostoevsky |
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Change my television to twenty three |
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I will sit back, relax and wait for what's coming to me |
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Sit back, relax and hold my head to the sea. |
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We will leave our sails on trees |
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While chariots swing by the breeze |
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Lift our lamps unto the streets |
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May all the kings and soldiers see |
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Our lives are lonely enough without destruction |
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Calm your cares and families |
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And I will hold the morning for you |
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Take the time for townships and classics to be read |
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Finding all the soft skin that will fit in a feather bed |
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Let me spread my paper and sleep for centuries |
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The door will be there if you choose to return |
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I will sit back, relax and watch the mountaintops burn |
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Sit back, relax and wait for my voice to be heard. |
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We will leave our sails on trees |
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While chariots swing by the breeze |
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Lift our lamps unto the streets |
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May all the kings and soldiers see |
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All our lives are lonely enough without destruction |
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Calm your cares and families |
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And be part of division |
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All our lives are lonely enough without destruction |
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Calm your cares and families |
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And I will hold the morning for you |
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And I will hold the morning for you. |
