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Summatime
by Quality Living
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There are meaningful connections to other people
From the pews of my heart's church up to the steeple
Come throw me through the stained glass, I'll try again
Ask 'em for a respite, they'll find a bed
See 'em wailing on the big bronze bell
It only takes you two quick thumbs to say
"You might as well be centuries away"
It's all right, I don't mind
You didn't do the math and that's okay
You didn't want a walk that goes this way
It's all fine, I didn't mind
Cause I like songs that make the credits roll
Flippin through the files of migrant souls
Now I'm workin on my head again
Workin on my head again
Workin on my head again, I'm workin
Workin on a twelve sided die to see if maybe you'll
Grab a drink with me; I've been seeing things
That don't have shape, in a pastel haze
Around I wait for your melting face
Once somebody cut me off bad on the highway
And I got every kind of strange mad at the stoplight
So he opens up his window, novels on his face, and
He opens up his mouth, says "people make mistakes"
And that's how I met a prophet
I'd like to find the words with which to say
A way to make you feel less far away
Well don't you mind if I try
To pack inside a room on New Year's Eve
Hear the record skip when someone sneezed
It takes time to get right
Peace be with my family, grace for all my friends
When my limbs get numb I'll never forget
Now I'm workin on my head again
Workin on my head again
Workin on my head again, I'm workin
Workin on a twelve sided die to see if maybe you'll
Grab a drink with me; I've been seeing things
That don't have shape, in a pastel haze
Around I wait for your melting face
In summatime
In summatime
There are meaningful connections to other people
From the pews of my heart's church up to the steeple
Come throw me through the stained glass, I'll try again
Ask 'em for a respite, they'll find a bed
See 'em wailing on the big bronze bell
It only takes you two quick thumbs to say
"You might as well be centuries away"
It's all right, I don't mind
You didn't do the math and that's okay
You didn't want a walk that goes this way
It's all fine, I didn't mind
Cause I like songs that make the credits roll
Flippin through the files of migrant souls
Now I'm workin on my head again
Workin on my head again
Workin on my head again, I'm workin
Workin on a twelve sided die to see if maybe you'll
Grab a drink with me; I've been seeing things
That don't have shape, in a pastel haze
Around I wait for your melting face
Once somebody cut me off bad on the highway
And I got every kind of strange mad at the stoplight
So he opens up his window, novels on his face, and
He opens up his mouth, says "people make mistakes"
And that's how I met a prophet
I'd like to find the words with which to say
A way to make you feel less far away
Well don't you mind if I try
To pack inside a room on New Year's Eve
Hear the record skip when someone sneezed
It takes time to get right
Peace be with my family, grace for all my friends
When my limbs get numb I'll never forget
Now I'm workin on my head again
Workin on my head again
Workin on my head again, I'm workin
Workin on a twelve sided die to see if maybe you'll
Grab a drink with me; I've been seeing things
That don't have shape, in a pastel haze
Around I wait for your melting face
In summatime
In summatime
