10 days of lyric implants: day 5.

[puer_lilitu]

I dreamed I was a pidgeon
slipping through the heavens
like a seven-fourty-seven
everyone left down below
locked in a house of my invention
learning the don'ts of fire prevention
if I roast marshmallows over their bodies
do you think god will still find their souls?

just want to be like we used to,
under the influence
just want to see like we used to,
under the influence

I dreamed I was a wide tip
slipping through the pacific
my heart for a ship wreck
and your legs left down below
some things they come, oh things they go
there ain't nothing like exploding if you've got
something to explode...
something...

just want to be like we used to
under the influence
just want to see like we used to
under the influence

just want to be like we used to
under the influence
just want to see like we used to
under the influence.

(The Chorus would sometimes say it all. No. it's not the first time I've posted this one.)
(Some might be disappointed with how much Matthew Good will be here. Ah well... )