Fantømex - Morning Glory Lyrics

Last night, three serious adults
Danced to pop songs in my living room
Down half a bottle of James
Throats tingly, senses awakened
We agreed on three truths among us
Existence on Earth is much too fleeting
Our spirits are much too free and
Our bodies that hold them much too curious
And on the back porch, we announced these truths
To the January air and the nocturnals inhabiting
Like Old Dickey, in his Strength of Fields plea
We each sighed, "Lord, let me shake with purpose"
And what began shortly thereafter
In the soft carpeted listening room
As shy shoulder sways and toe taps
Evolved rapidly into a mad dancing trinity
A twirling, twisting outright pissed promenade
Both united and unique in our movements
We each performed in this rite for an audience of merely
One another, and three insects who'd heard the ruckus
Accepting the most ridiculous twitch and rattle
As a divine work of art, from the Lord herself
Then back out to the cold for us, once our work was done
All our time has led to this, I'll complain until I've lost my voice
Now the train has moved along (And I, as if I've had a choice)
Ever want to find me I'll be lying in the ground
My address is easy; it's the dirt
Well if this is what you choose the dollar has another sign
And you're fine with all you'll lose? I've got it now; I bit my pride
I'll be six feet under in four solid walls of sound
Keeping your space clean for what it's worth
You'd make me slave to your demise
And if you could hide it would you try?
But I'm lost to your intention, holy one
Did you pray that it could be?
Amazed by your invention
It's almost like you wanted them to see
So let me use my poor memory
To reconstruct from wasted years
Don't confuse this rarity
For caring that you've "faced your fears"
Ever want to find me I'll be lying in the ground
My address is easy; it's the dirt
Well if this is what you choose the dollar has another side
And you're fine with all you'll lose? I've got it now; I bit my pride
I'll be six feet under in four solid walls of sound
Keeping your space clean for what it's worth
You'd make me slave to your demise
And if you could hide it would you try?
But I'm lost to your intention, holy one
Did you pray that it could be?
Amazed by your invention
It's almost like you wanted them to see
Let me use my poor memory
To reconstruct from wasted years
I know the phases of the moon can't tell my story
The flare of the sun in the morning glory
Well pick me up by my feet and spin me around
Lately I've been too high to see the ground