Devendra Banhart - At the Hop lyrics

rate me

Put me in your suitcase, let me help you pack

Cuz you're never coming back, no you're never coming back

Cook me in your breakfast and put me on your plate

Cuz you know I taste great, yeah you know I taste great

At the hop it's greaseball heaven

With candypants and archie too

Put me in your dry dreams or put me in your wet

If you haven't yet, no if you haven't yet

Light me with your candle and watch the flames grow high

No it doesn't have to try, it doesn't have to try

Well I won't stop all of my pretending that you'll come home

You'll be coming home, someday soon

Put me in your blue skies or put me in your gray

There's gotta be someway, there's gotta be someway

Put me in your tongue tie, make it hard to say

That you ain't gonna stay, that you ain't gonna stay

Wrap me in your marrow, stuff me in your bones