Greg Laswell - Bright Ideas lyrics

rate me

Back down off the sun

I need a light to tell the time

I'm sure the sky wants its black back

Air attack

So in love with the view

You bombast

It's just like a sunburn

But contagious

You really are outrageous

When you've got

Your bright ideas on

And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you

Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too

Ease up on your mouth

I can't make any words out

The fruitflies all buzzing out

Man, what are you getting to?

You may be right

And I may be wrong

I know that you've got to

Hang your bright ideas on

And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you

Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too

You may say

I'm not here