Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lucid, artist - Joker's Daughter. Album song The Last Laugh, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 05.04.2009
Record label: Domino
Song language: English
Lucid |
Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold |
Running out of time before the madness calls |
He’s got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times |
Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all |
And his rolling eyes |
Capture crowded skies |
And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas come alive |
How could such a giant troll begin to fly so high? |
With his tiny fairy wings and hair and long brown cloak |
He starts to chase me through the hedged maze at 90 miles an hour |
Hovering above the ground, we’re all so very tall |
And his big, round nose |
Smells the purple rose |
And the talking owls spread their wings open and encompass come alive |
Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold |
Running out of time before the madness calls |
He’s got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times |
Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all |
And his rolling eyes |
Capture crowded skies |
And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas come alive |
Flying like a witch to somewhere; |
think it’s Mexico |
I got a pair of black buckled shoes; |
they lead me there |
And there’s a man who wants to sell me things; |
he wears a sombrero |
Jumping back and forth in time and in and out of home |
And the dusty roads |
Fill my artist’s nose |
And the smell of sage evaporate enhancing senses come alive |
Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold |
Running out of time before the madness calls |
He’s got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times |
Rushing 'til the dawn… |