Plenty Of Paper

Artists : Eisley : Plenty Of Paper

Something's growing under that wing
I think a face is dawning
On no, the books are growing faces
And you're lost quite classically
With your nose in a book
And it seems so fitting
And perhaps this is the end
We've sought after for so long
And perhaps now it's done

Cuz we've found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines
And turned them all around our
Identical hands
Composing our commands

I cut the moon in half
And stuck a piece through my hair
It made the back of my head glow
Golden yellow and then I took ten stars on sticks
And placed them in my small metal bucket
And I gave the other half of the moon to you
So you wouldn't forget me while I'm gone

Cuz we found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to
Enjoy them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books
Our charming looks
Our identical hands
Composing our commands

And oh, my love
We can live on the sun
And wouldn't we be attractive
Riding in our shiny motor cars
With eyeglasses full of stars
And plenty of paper for scenery paintings

Cuz we found all the dire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to
Enjoy them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books
Our charming looks
Our identical hands
Composing our commands