Song | Australia |
Artist | Magic Voices |
Album | Mystic Spirits: Special Classic Edition Vol.1 |
Born to multiply, born to gaze into night skies, | |
All you want's one more Saturday. | |
But look here, until then | |
They're gonna buy your nice time | |
So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters | |
To the day. | |
You come in doing cartwheels | |
We all go out by ourselves | |
And your shape on the dance floor | |
Will have me thinking such filth and gauge my eyes. | |
You'd be damned to be one of us girl | |
Faced with a dodo's conundrum | |
Ah, I felt like I could just fly | |
But nothing'll happen every time I try. | |
A dual tone under wall | |
Selfish fool and hoped you'd save us all | |
Never dreamt of such sterile hands, | |
You keep them folded in your lap, | |
And raise them up to beg for scraps, | |
You know, he's holding you down, | |
With the tips of his fingers just the same, | |
You'll be pulled from the ocean, | |
But just a minute too late, | |
Or changed by a potion, | |
We'll find a handsome young mate, | |
For you to love. | |
You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes, | |
You know you'll change your life for any ordinary Joe, | |
And though your night will go on, | |
Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold. | |
Been in love since you were twenty-one, | |
You haven't laughed since January, | |
You try and make this up this is so much fun, | |
But we know it to be quite contrary. | |
Dare to be one of us, girl, | |
Facing the Andrum's conundrum, | |
Ah, I feel like I should just cry, | |
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin, | |
You're humoring your cote, | |
You don't know how long I've been, | |
Watching the lantern dim, | |
Starved of oxygen, | |
So give me your hand, | |
And let's jump out the window. |
Born to multiply, born to gaze into night skies, | |
All you want' s one more Saturday. | |
But look here, until then | |
They' re gonna buy your nice time | |
So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters | |
To the day. | |
You come in doing cartwheels | |
We all go out by ourselves | |
And your shape on the dance floor | |
Will have me thinking such filth and gauge my eyes. | |
You' d be damned to be one of us girl | |
Faced with a dodo' s conundrum | |
Ah, I felt like I could just fly | |
But nothing' ll happen every time I try. | |
A dual tone under wall | |
Selfish fool and hoped you' d save us all | |
Never dreamt of such sterile hands, | |
You keep them folded in your lap, | |
And raise them up to beg for scraps, | |
You know, he' s holding you down, | |
With the tips of his fingers just the same, | |
You' ll be pulled from the ocean, | |
But just a minute too late, | |
Or changed by a potion, | |
We' ll find a handsome young mate, | |
For you to love. | |
You' ll be damned to pining through the windowpanes, | |
You know you' ll change your life for any ordinary Joe, | |
And though your night will go on, | |
Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold. | |
Been in love since you were twentyone, | |
You haven' t laughed since January, | |
You try and make this up this is so much fun, | |
But we know it to be quite contrary. | |
Dare to be one of us, girl, | |
Facing the Andrum' s conundrum, | |
Ah, I feel like I should just cry, | |
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin, | |
You' re humoring your cote, | |
You don' t know how long I' ve been, | |
Watching the lantern dim, | |
Starved of oxygen, | |
So give me your hand, | |
And let' s jump out the window. |