LYRIC

Wilberry Tour
On Monterey Moor
Hoping for something real
To come and take them away
The walls are-a hollowed thin
Some were petrified
Some joyous as a sin

Cast back your fragile minds
To your liquid induction
And fear not considering
Forefathers of consumption

You only think you're doomed
Vecause you are arranged so
A dark epiphany
Just a stumble from a halo

And it sets like glue
And you're knelt at a church pew
And aroused from the wings
A plethora of strings
Plucked gently by the wind that carries it
And you're half awake
So they give you a shake
Double take to remember
Your reasons for this
A bowl of social politics
A bottle full of hope
To see you well
Out in the night
It's so confused
The love you found has got no place to dwell

I just wanna see your eyes
Waking up to smilin' morn
I just wanna see your eyes
Waking up to smilin' morn

There you are
An idle slump
Dust has formed around your bare knees
The holy walls begin to slip
To give you a chance to compose and release
Well your head sits back
With a mind-numbing bank off contusions
Blowing away, coming undone
And out pours the sores
And what seems malignant before
Turn their crinkled necks to face the sun…
And the damage is done
Now make you some fun
And scream like your lungs may explode
From the thrill of the storm
And coveted lies won't leave tears in your eyes
As your rested self wakes to smilin' morn

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