Plenty of Paper

Something’s growing under that wing
I think a face is dawning
Oh no the books are growing faces
And you’re lost quite classically
With your nose in a book
And it seems so fitting
And perhaps this is the end we’ve sought after for so long
And perhaps now it’s done
Cause we’ve found all entire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around our
Indentical hands
Composing our commands
I cut the moon in half
And stuck a piece through my hair
It made the back of my head glow
Golden yellow and then I took
Ten stars on sticks and placed them in my small metal
Pocket and I gave the other half of the moon to you
Ooh, so you wouldn’t forget me while i’m gone
Cause we found all entire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to Enjoy them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks
Our indentical hands
Composing our commands
And oh my love
We can live on the sun
And wouldn’t we be attractive
Riding in our shiny motor cars
With eyeglasses full of stars
And plenty of paper for scenery paintings
'cause we found all entire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to Enjoy them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks
Our indentical hands
Composing our commands