EISLEY LYRICS

TITLE: Plenty of Paper

Something's growing under that wing 
I think a face is dawning 
Oh no the bugs are growing faces 
And you're lost quite classically 
With your nose in a book 
And it seemed so fitting 

And perhaps this is the end 
We've sought after for so long and perhaps 
Now it's done 

Because we've found all the dire dreams of 
Men and machines 
And turned them all around 
Our identical hands 
Composing our commands 

I cut the moon in half 
And stuck a piece to my hair 
It made the back of my head glow 
Golden yellow and then I took 
Ten stars on sticks and placed them in my small metal 
Bucket 
I gave the other half of the moon to you 
So you wouldn't forget me while I'm gone 

Because we've found all the dire dreams of 
Men and machines 
And turned them all around 
To enjoy them 
And benefit ourselves 
Our paperback books 
Our charming looks 
Our identical hands 
Composing our commands 

And oh, my love 
We could live on the sun 
And wouldn't we be attractive 
Riding in our shiny motor cars 
With eyeglasses full of stars 
And plenty of paper for scenery painting 

Because we've found all the dire dreams of 
Men and machines 
And turned them all around 
To enjoy them 
And benefit ourselves 
Our paperback books 
Our charming looks 
Our identical hands 
Composing our commands