Eisley - Plenty Of Paper lyrics

Something's growing under that wing

I think a face is dawning

Oh no the bugs are growing faces

And you're lost quite classically

With your nose in a book

And it seems so fitting

And perhaps this is the end we've sought after for so long

And perhaps now it's done

Cause we've found all the dire dreams

Of men and machines and

Turned them all around our

Indentical hands

Composing our commands

I cut the moon in half

And stuck a piece to my hair

It made the back of my head glow

Golden yellow and then I took

Ten stars on sticks and placed them in my small metal

Bucket and I gave the other half of the moon to you

Ooh, so you wouldn't forget me while I'm gone

'Cause we found all the dire dreams

Of men and machines and

Turned them all around to

Enjoy them and benefit ourselves

Our paperback books, our charming looks

Our indentical hands

Composing our commands

And oh my love

We can live on the sun

And wouldn't we be attractive

Riding in our shiny motor cars

With eyeglasses full of stars

And plenty of paper for scenery paintings

'Cause we found all the dire dreams

Of men and machines and

Turned them all around to

Enjoy them and benefit ourselves

Our paperback books, our charming looks

Our indentical hands

Composing our commands