Lyrics:
really born baby blue with no breath
I never touched Elysium, I lingered in the mist
I saw the other side, I saw the light, and now I'm lit
I was just
place but I wouldn't want to live there.
I wouldn't wanna live there.
Weighed down by heavy lids and lunar lullabies,
I knew you were wide awake because
Soft as Silk, Cool as Clay-
we're thrown into a promise kiln
made to break your heart of glass
Like flowers, we all wilt on a winter days,
Our
one
The very first one came he
He entered the room young John Barlow
And the clothes that he wore were of silk
And his two blue eyes like the morning
this blue house a home
How peaceful it is to watch them soar
Through the palm-tree ballroom with its gold-paneled doors
And as I sit by the fire
car
But by the time I left I was short of breath and brokenhearted (there she was)
There she was, bent over a motor,
Dirty cap with a pony tail that sat
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Down at the corner store
Never busy any more
He's in the back room talking pie
In there all by himself
Counting bugs up on the shelf
Watching
Down at the corner store
Never busy any more
He's in the back room talking pie
In there all by himself
Counting bugs up on the shelf
Watching
'Nother can, now I'm feeling I gotta' get out the room
For a fag, rush of Nicotine, Silk Cut Blue
Not a smoker on the regular but can't do
Without smoking
a moment, then one said "We must be gone.
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along"
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied in to a bow
The day pours away as
I lie in bed
Blue sheets of rivers
Engulfed in silk
Cream sunsets of
Fresh poured milk
Hair flows by in
The nighttime air
I'm finally
had a higher IQ
And some of you do
Most of you are brighter than me
I'm blinded by the blue light
Alienated by my peers
I'm alone on a planet
Filled
I buried my face
In my silk pillow case
And drank about eight bottles of wine
Yeah, the first month was Hell
It wasn't so going well
This pain was
blue
Honest, these nights slip by
Blink once and the ride's up
Washed out when the tide's up
Slow it down, freeze the scene
Sweet scents on the breeze,
it, man
That's how you lead by example (I got it)
Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (Versace)
Word in New York is the Dyckman
Grace washes she smiles like floating feather
She drops her straps by streaming droplets
Caressing the hue of her peachy blinders
Garnished tenter
truck, I couldn’t believe my luck
We paid for each day as it went by, we ate by the silk line and hook
Now a free spirit living off the bare bones
started, nauseating vertigo
A person down there! Not bothered by rain
Mouth of a cave her authoritative back drop
Heart fills from ears, my soul can hear
garments of silk?
Cry for how we are lost pray for the ones you kilt
Suck everything I feel
Part of the devil’s deal
Find your roots again and stop telling
until yours were stranded
Digesting and harvesting who I could come by
cwake in the night, and sleeping through the blue sky
Go back to the stars
Before
gain
Along with the death of my room to complain
Little by little I flexed what I built
But not all my sonic was covered in silk I was
Far from perfect,
round the graveyard
For centuries, causing decay
See where she's been
By the trail at her feet
Bodies behind blue kitten heels
Buttered popcorn and red
the lily-white hand
She led him to the table
There's cake and wine for you, my love
Go eat and drink your welcome
Well she pulled off her blue silk gown
She laid
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