Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Psalm 151, artist - Ezra Furman. Date of issue: 08.02.2018
Song language: English
Psalm 151 |
| She said |
| If you need to find a door inside of your head |
| That leads to somewhere else I’ll show it to you |
| She told us all about Psalm 151 |
| And what comes after «Hallelujah» |
| She said |
| I’ll feed you in the morning, eggs on rye bread |
| But you’re sleeping on the floor |
| Don’t come to my bed |
| It’s too soon for you to see me |
| With my wings spread |
| But I’ve seen her wet with moonlight |
| Praying in the street |
| Feathers at her feet |
| And I saw the small harp hanging |
| That she never plays |
| Waiting for the day |
| When it all comes falling down |
| And words fail me now |
| Skipped meals |
| We’ll stay in Kansas City 'til the wound heals |
| The government went bad, we got a raw deal |
| A transangelic exodus on four wheels |
| But I’ve seen the broken halo |
| That she never wears |
| Hanging by the stairs |
| Angel, I’ll be your guardian if you’ll be mine |
| Authorities are trailing right behind |
| I’m not afraid, we read the Psalms at night |
| Clear through Nebraska with just one headlight |