It is not the feeling of coming close
Young, risen from their wounds
Young, lick the plate clean
Has the rapture come?
Has the Tuesday morning come?
Young, risen from their wounds
And lick the place clean
Has the rapture come?
Has the Tuesday morning come?
Celebrity in rounds spit circles into palms
Graze, for a way to want their wants, they wait
Celebrity in rounds spit circles into palms
Graze, for what their wants, they wait
It is not the feeling of coming close
What a time to be alive
"What a world!" they said
What a time alive in this world
In this world, before the next
What a time to be alive
"What a world!" they said
What a time alive in this world
This world, before the next
What a time alive
"What a world!" they said
What a time alive in this world
This world, before the next
What a time to be alive
"What a world!" they said
What a time alive in this world
This world, before the next
They don't think of it much
They don't dream when they sleep
They don't walk where they run
Young, risen from their wounds
Young, lick the plate clean
Has the rapture come?
Has the Tuesday morning come?
Young, risen from their wounds
And lick the place clean
Has the rapture come?
Has the Tuesday morning come?
Celebrity in rounds spit circles into palms
Graze, for a way to want their wants, they wait
Celebrity in rounds spit circles into palms
Graze, for what their wants, they wait
It is not the feeling of coming close
What a time to be alive
"What a world!" they said
What a time alive in this world
In this world, before the next
What a time to be alive
"What a world!" they said
What a time alive in this world
This world, before the next
What a time alive
"What a world!" they said
What a time alive in this world
This world, before the next
What a time to be alive
"What a world!" they said
What a time alive in this world
This world, before the next
They don't think of it much
They don't dream when they sleep
They don't walk where they run
( Alexis Marshall )
www.ChordsAZ.com