Upcoming Concerts for Typhoon
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Typhoon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Morton
Songwriter
Lyrics
One, two, three, four
We can all agree it's a mixed bag for the living
Full of sorrow, full of grief
I ransacked the place for the single thought that could comfort me
Something small, something sweet
It was once in the spring, you were on the porch, I heard you singing
From inside, sat and listened through the screen
Now it's the time, the last liferaft leaving my mind
As it sinks out of sight
Would you stay for a while – put your gnarled hands into mine?
Hold me down
I feel so light, I could just float away
Just don't let me go to sleep
So long, my sweet
Maybe next time that we meet
We'll be whole, we'll be weightless, we'll be free
Don't let me go to sleep
Just don't let me go to sleep
Just don't let me go to sleep
It's a mixed bag for the living
Full of sorrow, full of grief
And the moment stretches on
Like the first day school and I've answered wrong
Like a self-enclosed short circuit goes
Like a self-enclosed short circuit goes around forever until it's gone
Ayyy...
Out of time and out of place
From the mortal coil deliver
To the great expanse found in the space
Between celestial fissures
Where the sick or soft of mind
Where they're hardly disfigured
You shed your clothes, you jump the boat
And join us in the river
We were born in the shadow of a callous certainty
Since no one has returned from behind the curtain
I guess we all just have to wait and see
We build a tall ivory tower, tallied all our victories
Before all the noise and violent toys
Our strength was in the moment when we were weak
Out of time and out of place
From the mortal coil deliver
To the great expanse found in the space
Between celestial fissures
Where the sick or soft of mind
Where they're hardly disfigured
You shed your clothes, you jump the boat
And join us in the river
Writer(s): Kyle Morton
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