Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Metanoia, artist - MGMT. Date of issue: 24.02.2008
Song language: English
Metanoia |
| Metanoia, reshaping the world |
| It can teach you |
| And reprogram you |
| It can show you the flood |
| That’s trapped inside |
| This one’s alive |
| The tail is breathing |
| And she’s listening |
| Kill the serpent |
| Divide, disperse and grow |
| Into an oak |
| A silver lining on a black scale |
| Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode |
| But where is the fourth? |
| You can climb there |
| To your lofty perch |
| It can teach you the fairytale of hurt |
| Mystic referee, don’t look on me with scorn |
| I’m a child, I’m a lover being born |
| Satchidananda |
| Disregard the path I’m on You can justify the action, should you bless |
| My ambition and my indecisiveness |
| Satchidananda |
| Let me know that you exist |
| Watch me tremble as I’m answering the phone |
| I am separate from everything you know |
| Mystic referee I promise to return |
| Once I’ve given up and lessons have been learned |
| Satchidananda |
| You can watch my fire burn |
| We were talkin’junk right, |
| Just before the show |
| This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence |
| He took one look at us, and he said: |
| «Help me, |
| Drummer, |
| Ticket, |
| Yeah!» |
| We didn’t play his favorite song, |
| Now he’ll never come to another show |
| Hospitals and woods confirm |
| Red in the eyes of everyone |
| Parasites and lovers scrape the meat fr bones |
| Turned into jade and tiger’s eye |
| Save me some dark hair over a face like hers |
| She’ll help the rain come to a pour |
| Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two |
| Warm where they touch her porcelain |
| Timid skin I’m careful to untie this road |
| Wrapped in a knot indifferent |
| Lion’s foot unearthing all the things I’ve seen |
| But never truly understood |
| Rotten wood from oceans that were never green |
| Crumbles beneath the canopy |
| Secretly |
| Let’s pretend we never touched the sugar |
| Tonight, under rose |
| You won’t find another wheel to roll |
| When autumn winds appear |
| We wear these fears on our right |
| It just wants to be surreal 'cause |
| All dressed in diamond image jeans |
| Mercury’s found in old field |
| We miserable in love |
| And chance we walked |
| Right on in, into the streets of the city but |
| Watching people disappear |
| Without reaching out |
| Years and years |
| You’re left by yourself |
| On the wheel |