lyrics
Across the glimmering expanse there is no simpler way to say. Shepherds sit on leather couches - anticipation of the day where chandeliers will burn out quickly, umbrellas will invert themselves. Backwards time is a precursor, putting marks on all our houses.
Here we go May 21st, apocalypse is coming now.
Bit your poisoned tooth and let the others become fragile lights. Solenoid eruptions, frozen futures manifest at night. Ermine sultans floundering and from the curled list announce: "Backwards time is a precursor, putting marks on all our houses."
Here we go May 21st, apocalypse is coming now.
Tear it out, rip it off, change the math.
Here we go May 21st, apocalypse is coming now.
credits
from
Hot Air Ballooning,
released February 22, 2012
Pocket Lips (Kevin McCraney)
James - Background Vocals, Electric Guitar
Kevin - Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Synthesizer, Bass,
Paul - Background Vocals, Drums
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