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Letras: The Scroll And Its Combinations

01. Tidepool Telegraph
02. I Got Nightmares
03. C Myself and Eye
04. Tick Tock 3 O'clock  
05. What Becomes of the Clock
06. Felicity's Surprise
07. Now, Invisibly
08. Of Dreams
09. Brotherhood of Electric
10. The Scroll  
11. Keppy's Lament


TIDEPOOL TELEGRAPH
 
Through the eyes telegraph
The book drew in
Takes tomorrow to see
Forever to be
Unwind holding back
Their unknown where it rolls
But I know
 
Would her eyes for the killing
It wasn't that I couldn't live
Cursing me in this way
 
Time's escaping time
Time's escaping time
Who is young
Who is you
 
Would her eyes for the killing
It wasn't that I couldn't live
Cursing me in this way
 
Now I'd give to own
What it is to know
 
Now I'd give to own
What it is to know
 
Time's escaping time
Who is young
Who is young
Who is you
 
Would her eyes for the killing
It wasn't that I couldn't live
Cursing me in this way
 
In this way
In this way

I GOT NIGHTMARES
I got nightmares all the time
'Bout a girl who ain't too fine
Being in love with that girl is worse
Knocks me on my head at first
 
(maniacal laughter)
 
Then she splits my mind in two
Kiss my lips and beats me too
My head does hurt, my eyes do ring
Like a shingle (?? - not sure) wishes branch
 
I feel the weight of thousand stone
With this stick she breaks my bones
 
(moaning)
 
She lifts me up so very high
She is a drug I don't deny
She'll let me go right to the floor
Then I  wake up with a shock for her

C MYSELF AND EYE
You put me on a bridge, do it
And teach your son while you do it
For all those who are searching
 
Go to town, running innocent
To wallow now, can't move it
Can't sit by another minute
 
As the time goes
Your freedom thrown up against the wall
I can see myself
 
You put it on and keep it moving
Another day leads to ruin
Just understand that we can do it
 
Can't waste another minute
Bygones now are bad decisions
The plaster walls are accusing, refusing
 
As the time goes
Your freedom thrown up against the wall
I can see myself
 
Reach out to what you ruined
And all you wanted raced to seize it
I hope you hear my voice calling
 
All your fear leads to vision
When the dawn has lost its reason
And we were meant to go through it
 
As the time goes
Your freedom rolls up against the wall
I can see myself

TICK TOCK 3 O'CLOCK
 
Hippopotami on motorcars
And personally flown in from Mars
Frog and Toad are friends
 
Elephants making merriment
Lambs have all gone home for Lent
Grousing about the weather
 
Nighttime cloud in my bed
These nightmares soon led
The merry coats of winter
 
It's all so ogmaleficent
And isn't it magnificent?
A shiver-digging shipwreck
Darling would you ever follow me endeavor?

WHAT BECOMES OF THE CLOCK
 
Circling, to a room
I am drawn to you
It's what we have
Walking, taking time
The clock has stopped
Eyes that look to offer
Change from fall to autumn
It's here, it's what you do
Here
You've been, here before
We are, here again
All the saints in heaven
What becomes of the clock
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
Eyes that look to offer
Change from fall to autumn
It's here, it's what you do
It's here, it's what you do
Out of time, in your mind
Out of sight, on the slide
My main line, it's just fine.
Now breath
Eyes that look to offer
Change from fall to autumn
It's here, it's what you do
It's here, it's what you do
It's here, it's what you do
Out of time, in your mind
Out of sight, on the slide,
My main line, it's just fine
Over ride, broad daylight
Deep inside, it's just fine

FELICITY'S SURPRISE
Devil's grin in platform shoes
Borrowed diamonds, send in new recruits
Loose change falling through the room
Wearing cement wings
And the noose it strains on the weighted end
And the fears of flood describes him again
And it don't make sense, ah ha
Feeling dirty on dry land
 
Gravedigger in the morning haze
Looks up to see it's his own name engraved
And it's a long parade
And there's a one man band
And the sun is setting
 
I've been you and I've been me
Why the surprise, Felicity?
I am torn, so let's go home
 
When heads are turning, tails go first
Underground making right hand turns
 
And the news is old but the paper's new
Above the clouds afford a view
Is 39 days, changing his face
Requisitioned
 
I've been you and I've been me
Why the surprise, Felicity?
You seem torn, so let's go home

NOW, INVISIBLY
It's not enough
I'm doin' it for me
And just because
Knows when to think
Darkness comes, now invisibly
Not because, but don't use to see
 
These eyes exist inside
Roads carry us, a world divine
A world divine
 
Gonna' catch up
To your destiny
With two cups
Like coffee and tea
Roll the lumps, just as easily
Not because, but don't use to see
 
These eyes exist inside
Roads carry us, a world divine
A world divine

OF DREAMS
She said I know you
And I wanted her to know me
She said it's beautiful
And I asked her to show me
 
We walked through gardens
Where the flowers sang in color
We touched the things that
Are only sometimes touched by lovers
 
She moves so gracefully
Through silk and satin shadow
We knew of things that one time were only known
With eyes closed
 
We both caressed the air
And made it sing
She knew of love
She knew of everything
 
The sun shone down on her
Through clouds of pink and orange
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
 
She spoke in words that told of
Things that really mattered
Be kind to rabbits 
And have pity on Mad Hatters

BROTHERHOOD OF ELECTRIC

[Instrumental]

THE SCROLL
 
In this dark-eyed room, now spent mind
Too little time time
You wake up, hours loom
It comes to you too too
The staff went through the power lines
The power lines
 
Some more time, is little time
A life, the scroll has killed them
If you cross the line, forever asking why
 
Shiver only witnesses, with every move
Sweat a beat bright-eyed glint
Last morning never comes for holding to
Too soon for you too
 
Some more time, is little time
The life, the scroll has killed them
If you cross the line, forever asking why

KEPPY'S LAMENT
[Instrumental]