The Wanderer
Kid A
"Adore"
I
girls + women walk by
sweetness like the morning sun glistens
they shine beneath the open sky
and bathe you with their sunray kisses
soft light that colours the darkened eye
this one is pretty, this one is mean
that one is dirty, that one's a queen
and who am I to judge?
girls + women teasing the eye
with colours that flood the starry sky
white heat of the sun
her eyes trying to hold back the rain
her smile as flat as the dull horizon
her skin pale and cold and aching with pain
sweet demons of the bitter sun
making victims of every one
the golden torch of the sun
dripping her scotch silhouette flame
over the dry pavement she runs
many are like her, but none are the same
they are like the sky...
and the sky drapes the sun's children,
with its paint brush dipped in the sun's shadow
a blanket of sordid clouds and snow
making the wind falter and sigh
and you know they are the sky.
they reign above
bathe in the flooding atmosphere of life
until you are drenched in the humid abyss
as their arid sky soaks up our glances -- impurity forming acid droplets;
She is that which holds the Heavens from the earth.
Or does She deliver the Heavens to the earth?
II
(her imagination, her heart
her imperfektion is art
if your soul could touch her sun
would your lives melt into one?
or would it burn a hole right thru you?)
(if you let her shine in her own sky,
her infinite bloom will open up in your sky
and let her reflect and sparkle in the pools of time
swim in her but don't drown)
(and the sun shines within you
feel her sun, feel her warmth
chase away the coldness, spill it out
her colours flash inside you, rainbows unbroken,
in your heart, she cries
feel her scream and sting
let the chorus of the sirens that sing
welcome you to Heaven)
let her imagination dream up anything,
and her love can be everything
wander through her imagination,
it will take you beyond your dreams
all you need is love.
all she needs is love.
I
girls + women walk by
sweetness like the morning sun glistens
they shine beneath the open sky
and bathe you with their sunray kisses
soft light that colours the darkened eye
this one is pretty, this one is mean
that one is dirty, that one's a queen
and who am I to judge?
girls + women teasing the eye
with colours that flood the starry sky
white heat of the sun
her eyes trying to hold back the rain
her smile as flat as the dull horizon
her skin pale and cold and aching with pain
sweet demons of the bitter sun
making victims of every one
the golden torch of the sun
dripping her scotch silhouette flame
over the dry pavement she runs
many are like her, but none are the same
they are like the sky...
and the sky drapes the sun's children,
with its paint brush dipped in the sun's shadow
a blanket of sordid clouds and snow
making the wind falter and sigh
and you know they are the sky.
they reign above
bathe in the flooding atmosphere of life
until you are drenched in the humid abyss
as their arid sky soaks up our glances -- impurity forming acid droplets;
She is that which holds the Heavens from the earth.
Or does She deliver the Heavens to the earth?
II
(her imagination, her heart
her imperfektion is art
if your soul could touch her sun
would your lives melt into one?
or would it burn a hole right thru you?)
(if you let her shine in her own sky,
her infinite bloom will open up in your sky
and let her reflect and sparkle in the pools of time
swim in her but don't drown)
(and the sun shines within you
feel her sun, feel her warmth
chase away the coldness, spill it out
her colours flash inside you, rainbows unbroken,
in your heart, she cries
feel her scream and sting
let the chorus of the sirens that sing
welcome you to Heaven)
let her imagination dream up anything,
and her love can be everything
wander through her imagination,
it will take you beyond your dreams
all you need is love.
all she needs is love.
