Lyrics 1000 Miles of Atmosphere - Hawksley Workman

1000 Miles of Atmosphere

We try on our toys.
In our comfortable Python boys.
Super frail interior.
We try on our toys.
The python boys they just wait there.
Keep waiting.
Keep waiting for a big strong Jesus just to pick them up.
Dust them off.
Human sunshine Jesus.
Super frail interior.
Super frail interior.
Lazy eagle.
Python boys.
Trip on understatement.
C’mon make some noise!
We’re re-wilding up in here.
And the crowd goes silent.
But then come the jeers.
You of the finest tooth.
Of all the queen bee’s combs.
You and all your drug music.
And your love of broken homes.
And you’re sorry for all the troubles.
And your elbows sharpened up.
You’re blowing all the bubbles.
Ya you’ve been really fucking up.
And in the saddest eyes you’ll see.
And in the saddest eyes you’ll see.
There’s a sniffer dog sniffing bygone joys.
He relives the days/daze.
Feasts on chewy toys.
They’re rewinding the tape up in here.
They’re rewinding the tape up in here.
And the ghetto blaster up and disappears.
You of all the finest things.
Profane custom made clothes.
You and all your challenges and your Sisyphean stone.
You and all your finest collections and your underground bones.
you and all your gauzy, soft recollections.
Misinterpreted tones.
And in the saddest eyes you’ll see that we were never all that different you
and me.
You’re so lovely and forgotten.
You’re so lovely and forgotten these days.
Well it cost a man his word.
It was written on his shell that none could come between him.
Unhinge his inner self.
Believing in his name.
He sought far off hidden places.
Where breaths were taken free between platonic chasers.
And nothing will surprise me.
And nothing will survive my patience here alone.
A thousand miles of atmosphere is here.
A thousand miles of atmosphere is here.