Elementary Lyrics
| Song | Elementary |
| Artist | Deepspace 5 |
| Album | The Night We Called It A Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| just another one of god’s little building blocks i guess | |
| do my best to bail out my chest, | |
| my back to bake your progress | |
| i can only guess what i might be when i grow up | |
| maybe saturate the earth if me and oxygen hook up | |
| maybe fuel a rocket ship so that kids can learn to dream | |
| got fire in my bones and so i’m prone to blow off steam | |
| i’m the breath of the sun, from its lung to far flung | |
| got isotopes to poke fun and compounds to become | |
| but wait, what have you done? feel the burn that overcomes | |
| in the plume of my cloud; death to bloom so well endowed | |
| just to shake the earth apart you plan to make my heart to break | |
| scorch the earth and burn my memory with the lives you made me take | |
| coz i’m hydrogen, heaven or hell within my walls | |
| hold my breath and seek peace each time humanity calls | |
| and you can call it elementary | |
| blend with symmetry | |
| periodically we all come together | |
| like it was meant to be | |
| [listener] | |
| through the pressure, i take what you give me and create diamonds | |
| shining when the smoke clears from all the violence | |
| choking out life when it’s begging with arms open | |
| sneaking out lungs suffocating without holding | |
| punishing brain cells when i speak my straight prose | |
| say how i’m taking o2’s innocence as i boast | |
| rain on the aftermath like cold wind in the desert | |
| to send chemical baths starting your growth spurt | |
| drafting out plans to deliver the right reason | |
| stifling life and changing with all seasons | |
| i’ll be the carbon copy, graphite and on paper | |
| crystallizing oxygen that burns into vapor | |
| [manchild] | |
| yo, my very presence is a beacon speaking through the dark | |
| hearkening hardened hearts and those so far apart to step inside | |
| and my reason for being is just to shine bright, and that’s my right | |
| but evil men confine me to bar signs and steal my limelight | |
| so many find sight beneath my reds, blues and greens | |
| love, brawls, crime-scenes amongst the many things that i’ve seen | |
| when i’m large on broadway, main attraction type of program | |
| my trance will pacify and catch your eyes like butterflies | |
| wonder why under my glow all the hookers look so pretty | |
| yo i guess all the time they sit with me from here to sin city | |
| i see past them as they please on the street corners where they work | |
| i illuminate so bright, i see they souls and they hurt | |
| i seen adulterous affairs in all the motels where i work | |
| i might burst into tears if i don’t die laughing first | |
| my name is neon; i glow, i flash, i dim, i flicker | |
| i hypnotize the world with some words in a picture | |
| [freddie bruno] | |
| the dark matter that can’t be created or destroyed | |
| existed when time began as a pointless void | |
| at the ignition of gunpowder i become airborne | |
| and reconfigure anatomy like i was liz claiborne | |
| a non-malleable metal that covers your date | |
| i’m the impeccable toxin on your china in place | |
| i’ve been a prisoners accessory from armory to weaponry | |
| paperweight to deadweight to keys to treasuries | |
| i’m a guide to magnetism, a basis for stationary | |
| a library of rudimentary sound queries | |
| profound theories and my series of relevance | |
| seated at the table of periodic elements | |
| [playdough] | |
| from outskirts of outbursts before shouts burst | |
| you must intake what’s emitted from the plants and the trees | |
| me, i’ve been around and pounded by the lung | |
| responsible for breath control on songs sung | |
| the final exhale for the lives that diminish | |
| to the last push on christ’s words when it was finished | |
| from obscure to the obvious | |
| i obtained and occupy this whole sky | |
| my oh my i fly, but offhand | |
| it’s odd i could sink the mighty men, me and hydrogen | |
| make it official we combine for the ocean | |
| and i send the oscillating breeze so please | |
| i outlast and outshine while you’re outlined in some chalk | |
| i just walk through orbit, the rest of them forfeit | |
| i’m outward searching for some lungs for courtship | |
| so you could abort ship and scorch it | |
| then i most enjoy when hearts overflow, | |
| coz i supply the fuel for songs to overthrow | |
| the flesh we override, it’s best to coincide | |
| with the one who that you, so we flow through with o2 | |
| hook [x4]: | |
| [and] you can call it elementary | |
| blend with symmetry | |
| periodically we all come together | |
| like it was meant to be |
| just another one of god' s little building blocks i guess | |
| do my best to bail out my chest, | |
| my back to bake your progress | |
| i can only guess what i might be when i grow up | |
| maybe saturate the earth if me and oxygen hook up | |
| maybe fuel a rocket ship so that kids can learn to dream | |
| got fire in my bones and so i' m prone to blow off steam | |
| i' m the breath of the sun, from its lung to far flung | |
| got isotopes to poke fun and compounds to become | |
| but wait, what have you done? feel the burn that overcomes | |
| in the plume of my cloud death to bloom so well endowed | |
| just to shake the earth apart you plan to make my heart to break | |
| scorch the earth and burn my memory with the lives you made me take | |
| coz i' m hydrogen, heaven or hell within my walls | |
| hold my breath and seek peace each time humanity calls | |
| and you can call it elementary | |
| blend with symmetry | |
| periodically we all come together | |
| like it was meant to be | |
| listener | |
| through the pressure, i take what you give me and create diamonds | |
| shining when the smoke clears from all the violence | |
| choking out life when it' s begging with arms open | |
| sneaking out lungs suffocating without holding | |
| punishing brain cells when i speak my straight prose | |
| say how i' m taking o2' s innocence as i boast | |
| rain on the aftermath like cold wind in the desert | |
| to send chemical baths starting your growth spurt | |
| drafting out plans to deliver the right reason | |
| stifling life and changing with all seasons | |
| i' ll be the carbon copy, graphite and on paper | |
| crystallizing oxygen that burns into vapor | |
| manchild | |
| yo, my very presence is a beacon speaking through the dark | |
| hearkening hardened hearts and those so far apart to step inside | |
| and my reason for being is just to shine bright, and that' s my right | |
| but evil men confine me to bar signs and steal my limelight | |
| so many find sight beneath my reds, blues and greens | |
| love, brawls, crimescenes amongst the many things that i' ve seen | |
| when i' m large on broadway, main attraction type of program | |
| my trance will pacify and catch your eyes like butterflies | |
| wonder why under my glow all the hookers look so pretty | |
| yo i guess all the time they sit with me from here to sin city | |
| i see past them as they please on the street corners where they work | |
| i illuminate so bright, i see they souls and they hurt | |
| i seen adulterous affairs in all the motels where i work | |
| i might burst into tears if i don' t die laughing first | |
| my name is neon i glow, i flash, i dim, i flicker | |
| i hypnotize the world with some words in a picture | |
| freddie bruno | |
| the dark matter that can' t be created or destroyed | |
| existed when time began as a pointless void | |
| at the ignition of gunpowder i become airborne | |
| and reconfigure anatomy like i was liz claiborne | |
| a nonmalleable metal that covers your date | |
| i' m the impeccable toxin on your china in place | |
| i' ve been a prisoners accessory from armory to weaponry | |
| paperweight to deadweight to keys to treasuries | |
| i' m a guide to magnetism, a basis for stationary | |
| a library of rudimentary sound queries | |
| profound theories and my series of relevance | |
| seated at the table of periodic elements | |
| playdough | |
| from outskirts of outbursts before shouts burst | |
| you must intake what' s emitted from the plants and the trees | |
| me, i' ve been around and pounded by the lung | |
| responsible for breath control on songs sung | |
| the final exhale for the lives that diminish | |
| to the last push on christ' s words when it was finished | |
| from obscure to the obvious | |
| i obtained and occupy this whole sky | |
| my oh my i fly, but offhand | |
| it' s odd i could sink the mighty men, me and hydrogen | |
| make it official we combine for the ocean | |
| and i send the oscillating breeze so please | |
| i outlast and outshine while you' re outlined in some chalk | |
| i just walk through orbit, the rest of them forfeit | |
| i' m outward searching for some lungs for courtship | |
| so you could abort ship and scorch it | |
| then i most enjoy when hearts overflow, | |
| coz i supply the fuel for songs to overthrow | |
| the flesh we override, it' s best to coincide | |
| with the one who that you, so we flow through with o2 | |
| hook x4: | |
| and you can call it elementary | |
| blend with symmetry | |
| periodically we all come together | |
| like it was meant to be |
| just another one of god' s little building blocks i guess | |
| do my best to bail out my chest, | |
| my back to bake your progress | |
| i can only guess what i might be when i grow up | |
| maybe saturate the earth if me and oxygen hook up | |
| maybe fuel a rocket ship so that kids can learn to dream | |
| got fire in my bones and so i' m prone to blow off steam | |
| i' m the breath of the sun, from its lung to far flung | |
| got isotopes to poke fun and compounds to become | |
| but wait, what have you done? feel the burn that overcomes | |
| in the plume of my cloud death to bloom so well endowed | |
| just to shake the earth apart you plan to make my heart to break | |
| scorch the earth and burn my memory with the lives you made me take | |
| coz i' m hydrogen, heaven or hell within my walls | |
| hold my breath and seek peace each time humanity calls | |
| and you can call it elementary | |
| blend with symmetry | |
| periodically we all come together | |
| like it was meant to be | |
| listener | |
| through the pressure, i take what you give me and create diamonds | |
| shining when the smoke clears from all the violence | |
| choking out life when it' s begging with arms open | |
| sneaking out lungs suffocating without holding | |
| punishing brain cells when i speak my straight prose | |
| say how i' m taking o2' s innocence as i boast | |
| rain on the aftermath like cold wind in the desert | |
| to send chemical baths starting your growth spurt | |
| drafting out plans to deliver the right reason | |
| stifling life and changing with all seasons | |
| i' ll be the carbon copy, graphite and on paper | |
| crystallizing oxygen that burns into vapor | |
| manchild | |
| yo, my very presence is a beacon speaking through the dark | |
| hearkening hardened hearts and those so far apart to step inside | |
| and my reason for being is just to shine bright, and that' s my right | |
| but evil men confine me to bar signs and steal my limelight | |
| so many find sight beneath my reds, blues and greens | |
| love, brawls, crimescenes amongst the many things that i' ve seen | |
| when i' m large on broadway, main attraction type of program | |
| my trance will pacify and catch your eyes like butterflies | |
| wonder why under my glow all the hookers look so pretty | |
| yo i guess all the time they sit with me from here to sin city | |
| i see past them as they please on the street corners where they work | |
| i illuminate so bright, i see they souls and they hurt | |
| i seen adulterous affairs in all the motels where i work | |
| i might burst into tears if i don' t die laughing first | |
| my name is neon i glow, i flash, i dim, i flicker | |
| i hypnotize the world with some words in a picture | |
| freddie bruno | |
| the dark matter that can' t be created or destroyed | |
| existed when time began as a pointless void | |
| at the ignition of gunpowder i become airborne | |
| and reconfigure anatomy like i was liz claiborne | |
| a nonmalleable metal that covers your date | |
| i' m the impeccable toxin on your china in place | |
| i' ve been a prisoners accessory from armory to weaponry | |
| paperweight to deadweight to keys to treasuries | |
| i' m a guide to magnetism, a basis for stationary | |
| a library of rudimentary sound queries | |
| profound theories and my series of relevance | |
| seated at the table of periodic elements | |
| playdough | |
| from outskirts of outbursts before shouts burst | |
| you must intake what' s emitted from the plants and the trees | |
| me, i' ve been around and pounded by the lung | |
| responsible for breath control on songs sung | |
| the final exhale for the lives that diminish | |
| to the last push on christ' s words when it was finished | |
| from obscure to the obvious | |
| i obtained and occupy this whole sky | |
| my oh my i fly, but offhand | |
| it' s odd i could sink the mighty men, me and hydrogen | |
| make it official we combine for the ocean | |
| and i send the oscillating breeze so please | |
| i outlast and outshine while you' re outlined in some chalk | |
| i just walk through orbit, the rest of them forfeit | |
| i' m outward searching for some lungs for courtship | |
| so you could abort ship and scorch it | |
| then i most enjoy when hearts overflow, | |
| coz i supply the fuel for songs to overthrow | |
| the flesh we override, it' s best to coincide | |
| with the one who that you, so we flow through with o2 | |
| hook x4: | |
| and you can call it elementary | |
| blend with symmetry | |
| periodically we all come together | |
| like it was meant to be |
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