The Monologue Bombs - Mercer/Million

I first heard those skittish chords
Way up on top of the twos and the fours
In the millennium of our lord
I was right there with them
There was a party that night on the Fall Creek line
Past a ratted-out couch, a smile met mine
No looking back or estimating designs
I was right there with them
Cold birthing pure light
Baffled by the heat in my hands
It might be the only life
So throw down the sawdust and dance
A van from Hoboken is coming to town
I'll get us a sitter, we can take a cab down
You invite the neighbors and we can soak in the sound
We could be there with them
Headlights get dimmer and muscles get tight
I can't recall when I last slept through the night
It won't beat the memories, but maybe it might
Let us be there with them
Let us be there with them
Cold birthing pure light
Baffled by the heat in our hands
It might be the only life
So throw down the sawdust and dance

Written by:
Scott Phillips

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