Eisley - Plenty Of Paper Lyrics
Something's growing under that wingI think a face is dawningOh no the books are growing facesand you're lost quite classicallyWith your nose in a bookand it seems so fittingand perhaps this is the end we've sought after for so longand perhaps now it's doneCause we've found all the dire dreamsof men and machines andTurned them all around ourIndentical handsComposing our commandsI cut the moon in halfand stuck a piece through my hairIt made the back of my head glowGolden yellow and then I tookTen stars on sticks and placed them in my small metalBucket and I gave the other half of the moon to youOoh, so you wouldn't forget me while i'm goneCause we found all the dire dreamsof men and machines andTurned them all around toEnjoy them and benefit ourselvesOur paperback books, our charming looksOur indentical handsComposing our commandsAnd oh my loveWe can live on the sunand wouldn't we be attractiveRiding in our shiny motor carsWith eyeglasses full of starsand plenty of paper for scenery paintings'Cause we found all the dire dreamsof men and machines andTurned them all around toEnjoy them and benefit ourselvesOur paperback books, our charming looksOur indentical handsComposing our commands
