Church - Volumes Lyrics
Borrowed grapes from stores of goldPut plastic back where metals soldMen in quarries connect their bombOne two three a new saigonCheck the bottle is it full?Have you found which pin to pull?Boys in shirts get dirty handsSmoke kills seagulls on the sandsThey have pages, they take agesTo read and to learn theyre heavy to carryAnd easy to burnVolumes have secrets, take them on holidayBook them a room, save them a momentSwallow their swoonPretty things all in a rowFlowers who cant seem to growFinding the pearls then finding the bloodThen finding the water is woodThe something I wanted has just flown byIt looked at me sideways and told me to tryI hope its a message from someone obscureI hope its the man next door