Number 149 歌词

Each night I rewrite your blueprints Time has webbed a silky haze over my eyes And so the truth is Elasticated for extra comfort Still I ache for juvenilia Juvenilia, she haunts me A naive poem A dusty bear Another trinket to adorn me With an army of talismen I run Stories of number 149 That are read to me at bedtime by my mind Plays of phantasmagoria On the oscillating walls and doors that When you’re only four foot four Are banquet halls and dungeon corridors Pedalling to fly A strange momentum I’ve forgotten And so now I A flightless bird anchored to land Have got to get on with a show I never auditioned for When can I go home? Stories of number 149 That are read to me at bedtime by my mind Plays of phantasmagoria On the oscillating walls and doors that When you’re only four foot four Are banquet halls and dungeon corridors Children playing in street at the 149 Songs are playing in the kitchen at the 149 Oh at the 149