The pillar, peak and palm that makes you dream
O the sun is your alarm, the church that's leaving
Come to Bahamas, to 1971
When you weren't even the grain of an idea
Carpentaria, the midnight seeming longer than we are
Carp are dreaming of sunsets in the casbah
And the world is repeating phrases in a broken down car
In your film noir, on a highway to a star
Waking in the dusty gate
Of men who never arrive, and never really seem to be
Though I can fix the car, and I can drive a thousand miles to find out
Where you are
And ask you "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
Say, how much for those words?
That's a fifty cent novel on the ecstasy of surds
Seems such a horrible waste when you could buy grass for the yard
Pottery wheels and broken heels are not gonna get very far into these words
That's a fifty cent novel on the ecstasy of surds
Seems such a horrible waste when you could buy grass for the yard
Pottery wheels and broken heels are not gonna get very far into these words
Waking in the dusty gate
Of men who never arrive, and never really seem to be
Though I can fix the car, and I can drive a thousand miles to find out
Where you are
And ask you "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
You met for your mortar traces, your fifty cent shoelaces
I'm high on your Pulitzer now
Oh you can never ever be, no you can never ever be
The one that got us through the burning sun like you thought you would
Ask me "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop breathing
I'll kiss you when I know I should not
Close your eyes and I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop
O cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop breathing
And I'll kiss you when I know I should not
Close your eyes and I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop
Stop breathing
Stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
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The pillar, peak and palm that makes you dream
O the sun is your alarm, the church that's leaving
Come to Bahamas, to 1971
When you weren't even the grain of an idea
Carpentaria, the midnight seeming longer than we are
Carp are dreaming of sunsets in the casbah
And the world is repeating phrases in a broken down car
In your film noir, on a highway to a star
Waking in the dusty gate
Of men who never arrive, and never really seem to be
Though I can fix the car, and I can drive a thousand miles to find out
Where you are
And ask you "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
Say, how much for those words?
That's a fifty cent novel on the ecstasy of surds
Seems such a horrible waste when you could buy grass for the yard
Pottery wheels and broken heels are not gonna get very far into these words
That's a fifty cent novel on the ecstasy of surds
Seems such a horrible waste when you could buy grass for the yard
Pottery wheels and broken heels are not gonna get very far into these words
Waking in the dusty gate
Of men who never arrive, and never really seem to be
Though I can fix the car, and I can drive a thousand miles to find out
Where you are
And ask you "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
You met for your mortar traces, your fifty cent shoelaces
I'm high on your Pulitzer now
Oh you can never ever be, no you can never ever be
The one that got us through the burning sun like you thought you would
Ask me "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop breathing
I'll kiss you when I know I should not
Close your eyes and I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop
O cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop breathing
And I'll kiss you when I know I should not
Close your eyes and I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop
Stop breathing
Stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
O the sun is your alarm, the church that's leaving
Come to Bahamas, to 1971
When you weren't even the grain of an idea
Carpentaria, the midnight seeming longer than we are
Carp are dreaming of sunsets in the casbah
And the world is repeating phrases in a broken down car
In your film noir, on a highway to a star
Waking in the dusty gate
Of men who never arrive, and never really seem to be
Though I can fix the car, and I can drive a thousand miles to find out
Where you are
And ask you "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
Say, how much for those words?
That's a fifty cent novel on the ecstasy of surds
Seems such a horrible waste when you could buy grass for the yard
Pottery wheels and broken heels are not gonna get very far into these words
That's a fifty cent novel on the ecstasy of surds
Seems such a horrible waste when you could buy grass for the yard
Pottery wheels and broken heels are not gonna get very far into these words
Waking in the dusty gate
Of men who never arrive, and never really seem to be
Though I can fix the car, and I can drive a thousand miles to find out
Where you are
And ask you "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
You met for your mortar traces, your fifty cent shoelaces
I'm high on your Pulitzer now
Oh you can never ever be, no you can never ever be
The one that got us through the burning sun like you thought you would
Ask me "Have I really arrived?"
Cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop breathing
I'll kiss you when I know I should not
Close your eyes and I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop
O cast me down a glance at the top, close my eyes
And I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop breathing
And I'll kiss you when I know I should not
Close your eyes and I'll love you 'til you tell me to stop
To stop
Stop breathing
Stop breathing
Pretty face, human race
Oh yeah, I know
Writer: RICHARDS
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC