Conor Oberst - A Machine Spiritual lyrics

The people's key Ringing through arena seats The black machine Played it all from memory A fever dream Well, I'll come back eventually To wade into the water Another and another We go Form some kind of code The bodies float And form some kind of code The bodies float Someone's out to know Papa hobo Don't hide your eyes Mother mountain Don't k** your unborn child His day is coming His day is coming A question burns Beneath the centuries of dirt That voice you've heard Well, every head's a different world Well, mine's concerned I boarded up the windows A catatonic plateau A backwards black-faced minstrel show So just let me go The prisoner moans Oh, just let me go The prisoner moans No one has to know Eva Braun went to dye her hair Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair And dreamed of nowhere And dreamed of nowhere And dreamed The people's key Ringing filling everything The theme repeats Thinner than the galaxy Impart to me Your wisdom and eventually I'll float into the ether Another from another We grow Form some kind of code A flesh at bone We form some kind of code A flesh at bone No, you're not alone History bows and it steps aside In the jungle there's columns of purple light We're starting over We're starting over We're starting We're starting