Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Humid Press Of Days, artist - Camper Van Beethoven. Album song Key Lime Pie, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
The Humid Press Of Days |
| What did it mean to fly |
| A tremor in your soul |
| To resist the dull existence of gravity |
| Upward bound, trees fly |
| Two meadows and a fields |
| And the border is a simple line of hills |
| Ah, didja come uncoiled |
| Between heavens and the earth |
| Whispered nonsense into your radio |
| Now afternoons you seldom move |
| Grounded to a little bit of earth |
| And, after all, time barely crawls |
| Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks |
| What did it mean to fly |
| When you were bound to the earth |
| A release from the humid press of days |
| Now afternoons it hardly moves |
| I wonder how you make it through each day |
| And, after all, time barely crawls |
| Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks |
| What did it mean to fly |
| A tremor in your soul |
| To resist the dull existence of gravity |
| What did it mean to you |
| An early chat with death |
| To pull your body for a moment from your soul |