Beginning to Fade - Django Django

Mantras are falling through ceiling  good morning

Words that are snatched and weighed under
I'm yawning

Dollars confusing  they multitude blurring

The feeling that something's not right
You've wallowed all up the things that you found
Gun in my lap  melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye  got that light up  this what you found
Gun in my lap  melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's say haze

Seems the grail meets as there greets is where
Hundreds of stories worth told before open doors
Close the doors  corners of pages have folded down
Left around  beginning to fade in the sun
Got that light up  this what you found
Gun in my lap  melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye  got that light up  this what you found
Gun in my lap  melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye  got that light up  this what you found
Gun in my lap  melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye  got that light up  this what you found
Gun in my lap  melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye