Comedown E.P Lyrics

Thanks to Olivia Smith for the transcription.


"MAN"

We press on and on
Funny how the future's always waiting for you
When the day has gone
We hide away

Shadows that stalk you
The wind that calls your name
Voices in the thunder
Don't understand what they're saying

We build monuments
To celebrate our glorious dead now
Iron and cement
Above their tombs

We cast out our nets
Drag up the struggling contents surely
We must not forget
That hunger looms

Shadows that stalk you
The wind that calls your name (shadows that stalk you)
Shadows that stalk you
Child cries and he learns
And doubt returns

In the Darkest hours
We restle with our ancestors
We resist their power
The power of being

In the coldest night
Huddled 'round the dying embers
Praying for the light
Might set us free

Fingers that soothe you
Shadows that stalk you (the jokes that make you sleep)
Intricate harness
Shadows that stalk you (the harvest that you reap)

Man stalls, he flies
Man falls and he rise

We press on and on
Funny how the future's always waiting for you
When the day has gone
We hide away

"WON'T LET YOU SLEEP"

Lying face down in the dust
Your body crippled with mistrust
I wonder if you'll ever rise
Too much of nothing wears you out
There's a lot of that about
I see it lingering in your eyes
If you change the arrow's course
Or feel the punch with all its force
Remember passion never dies

I'll see you there
Should you come through
Patience sits

Her face all blackened up with soot
Ragged clothes won't interupt
The precious gem that is your life
The lover spurned and then replaced
There's just forgiveness not disgrace
And I say "Passion never dies"

And we'll return
Our candles burn
Patience sits

I won't let you sleep when there's fear in your blood
I won't let you sleep when there's fear in your blood

And if you think that holding on
Is already far too long
Who's to be the judge of time?
It won't seep out through your toes
It only grows and grows and grows
'coz passion never ever dies

When you return
On your own terms
Patience sits

I won't let you sleep when there's fear in your blood
I won't let you sleep when there's fear in your blood
I won't let you sleep when there's fear in your blood
I won't let you sleep when there's fear in your blood
I won't let you sleep whwn there's fear in your blood

"SADS"

He never should have been in your home
You never should have left them alone
You should have recognised the ice in his eyes
And nothing would be bad enough
And no one would be glad enough
If he was thrown to the jackals and flies
Now there can be no compromise

But the Earth cannot recoil
If only the oceans would boil
If only the sky could cry black rain
If only it would never happen again
I want you to feel that baby's pain

Hate guides him, hate inside him
Hate multiplies and divides him
Suffer killing, suffocate
Suffer children, suffer hate

To never feel the daylight again
Or see the stars at night again
All the little things we take for granted
These deeds are the seeds that have been planted
Sudden Adult Death Syndrome
He never should have been in your home

Hate guides him, hate inside him
Hate multiplies and divides him
Suffer killing, suffocate
Suffer children, suffer hate

"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME"

Sometimes you're dressed in Castillian vogue
Other times you speak with a faux (false ?) Scottish brogue
Ruthless, relentless, pursuing your defenseless quarry
Now you say you've been following me through my lives and deaths
From the very first tears to the last failing breaths
You clean up the mess, you say "I must confess" you say "I'm sorry"

Some say they've seen you outside of my door
On dark, rainy nights when the light is so poor
Maybe they're mistaken, or maybe you're just faking evidence
They think you're a man with the body of a libertine
Skin that's so white, clean daylight has never seen
I wonder if you're punishment, or prison or just providence

You say "Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Don't you love me?"

How you danced with the outlaws in the old, wild west
Carried a derringer under your vest
I know with a sneer you claim to have been Guinivere
But I am not Lancelot, I was never King Arthur
I say once again "I'm not the man that you're after"
That was a different man, he ain't been here

You say "Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Don't you love me?"

You were there in Florence as I painted the ceiling
On that old river boat, saw the hands I was dealing
Were you there the night I discovered LSD?
You held my hand through the straights of Magellan
At the medicine shore, snake-oil you were selling
Wasn't that you? Wasn't that me?

You say "Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Don't you love me?"

On the brink of the moon, at the foot of the Andes
The mouth of the river, as we washed in the Ganges
Pulled the arrow out my eye at Hastings
You washed my brow as I lay in a fever
You were the fulcrum, I was the lever
I'm not a believer, it's just all your time you are wasting

You're a prisoner in a tower, a damsel in distress
Love hold us in thrall, my eternal mistress
You've been wife, my lover, my sister, my mother, my maid
My partner, my consort, my bit on the side
My darling, my sweetheart, my hope and my pride
And all because of some stupid lyrics on "The Blurred Crusade"

You say "Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Don't you love me?"


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