Matty Pop Chart

For Chris

Matty Pop Chart


Thunder comes but once a year
And lightning comes but twice
The man who's watching
From your ceiling hole
Is really just the mice
The ghosts of words
And songs you never wrote
Or at least forgot to write down
Your hand was halted
By a single silent sound

Fireworks in the dead of night
Followed by the rising sun
And when a thousand songs
Play randomly
You hear just the one
You need to find
A bit of clarity
Again trust the red tatoo
And see that after all
Maybe someone dosen't have
It in for you

'cause the bells
You think are beautiful
Are ringing just the same
Your not the hunchback
That you thought you were
'cause you have your own name
And even if there ins a tiny crack
You have the skill to weld
And when it's done you'll again
Hold the ropes you held

And even though it's twine
You've got six hundred
Strands together
In a straight line
Straight into the dirt
And down the desolate path
To the middle of the damp earth
Eating your way through hell
To sell the devil back his suprise
A muscle disease
And a big barrel of wine

You know i just can't stand to see
You float away into the sea
'cause i know you could be a sailor
And it's just temporary i guess
The forces are at work here
That we both know all to well
From the beach
I'll call you back home
With my shell

And together on the sand
We'll cast away the paw you got
When everything
Started turning sour
And you lost all your luck
And the ocean
It will break the spell
You will finally be free

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