Portugal. The Man Lyrics

5. Shade

Claims, they crawled from those clouds and 
over mountains cried 
into the streams where they ran the length of 
past and time that called out 
with their hands beside you as all the people 
shouted up to the 
"northern" territories 
My, they glowed a bug burning at the ends of 
sheet covered crowns 
whose only words were 
wicked mumbles that shake unstable manners 
brought these thoughts about you 
lights up like flies and ants that dip about and 
aim.... to swallow us 
up like them bread baked gums... 
now I remain glowing at the ends it's because 
it's you they've become 
shade drifts around, southern where the sheets 
are growing ash and 
steeple factories 
old boy you'll never know just what they 
think, it never finds you 
cheap work finding pockets only when we're 
aimed.... to swallow them 
up like the bread baked gums... 
these lights were waves that spilled through 
my space (in the plains) 
where no one knows if they'll ever need again 
(I want to) 
come and get and take me home

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