Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skyward, artist - Deca.
Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Skyward |
Cast skyward by strange magic of Sun, Rain, Wind |
Who can still doubt miracles? |
Strange overtones, god bless the overgrown child that could |
Hold his own throwin' stones at a sky full of drones |
He clipped a wing then fell to earth and hit close to home |
And found insects nesting in his mobile phone |
It’s wishful thinking that a song can heal a sick rose |
I sit and pull thistles out my thick skull, live slow |
Keep it simple, sweep the fallen leaves out the temple |
When it’s ten below freezin' and the cold wind blows |
Some nights we overindulge, kick back, shoot the |
Shallow shit, chew the pig fat, act on impulse |
Met my love after Elohim sewed my ribs closed |
With devils sellin' dreams at the disco. |
Took her hand and |
Stumbled toward the exit, felt the pressure build |
Precious virtuosic flesh clarinetist dressed to kill |
I’ll sit alone and watch the rain fallin' from your eyes |
When they crack the seventh seal below the solemn summer sky |
Birds in a cage (cage), rats in the belly (belly) |
Snakes in the grass (grass), bats in the belfry (I been thinking) |
About the ocean that professed love to Ishmael |
While siftin' through the serpent-like intestines of a sick whale |
(That sounds dangerous) beneath the sleep-like veil |
I read the stomach lining of the beast like braille |
And walk the street feelin' like my feet might fail |
That- That’s how I learn — you can do it too |
I’m learnin' not to hold my tongue — but how to hold a tune |
With a drop’a golden sun leakin' from an open wound |
Below the full moon — reposin' in the womb |
Stickin' acupuncture pins in your thick skull balloon |
I make my way through the forest and chart progress |
Followin' the queen, runnin' with sharp objects |
Stop, catch your breath, set the hatchet down, dig a hole and |
Bury it, god bless the poet proletariat |
The lowly, lost laureate down on both knees |
Chokin' back tears while the world moves at full speed |
You give 'em time, they’ll pilfer the village blind |
What’s ill is they’re building shrines to realists and philistines |
And hide shame with pride — I’m guilty of the same sin |
Born with the same snake attached at the brain stem |
Strange beautiful things losin' their wings |
From heaven’s promised heights to the crucible flames — listen: |
Birds in a cage (cage), rats in the belly (belly) |
Snakes in the grass (grass), bats in the belfry (I been thinking) |
About the ocean that professed love to Ishmael |
While siftin' through the serpent-like intestines of a sick whale |
(That sounds dangerous) beneath the sleep-like veil |
I read the stomach lining of the beast like braille |
And walk the street feelin' like my feet might fail |
That’s how I learn — you can do it too |