Beginning to Fade - Django Django
Mantras are falling through ceiling, good morning
Words that are snatched and weighed under
I'm yawning
Dollars confusing, they multitude blurring
The feeling that something's not right
You've wallowed all up the things that you found
Gun in my lap, melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye, got that light up, this what you found
Gun in my lap, melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's say haze
Seems the grail meets as there greets is where
Hundreds of stories worth told before open doors
Close the doors, corners of pages have folded down
Left around, beginning to fade in the sun
Got that light up, this what you found
Gun in my lap, melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye, got that light up, this what you found
Gun in my lap, melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye, got that light up, this what you found
Gun in my lap, melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye, got that light up, this what you found
Gun in my lap, melody the ones that condescend
And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze
Say aye
