Steven Delopoulos - Wallfly lyrics

The humble gold moon with soap sponged my eyes The dark cloud looms to match the size With crucifix hearts and plastic saviors As the first man sins, the first man dies I was grounded, then grunted, then bunted, then buried With silver responses and chocolate mixed cherries I thought it'd be cool to buy a front row crowd But the last man wins, the first man dies Because I used to be an angel healing Now I'm just a wallfly stealing Na na na na, na na na na... You thought it'd be fun just to grab me and hold me And mold me and sculpt me and casually reduce me But pictures and paintings and numerous sculptures Designed in the casket of golden carved horses And operas and cruises and Shakespeare rehearsals And two-way dimensions and skin-burning circles Quite often I'd ask "Oh Lord, how far?" But the quicker you burn, the closer you are Because I used to be an angel healing Now I'm just a wallfly stealing Na na na na, na na na na... The ocean's salvation reflecting its kindness By lending us rivers and traffic upstream And building of mountains with suit-and-tie static And files of scavengers running the team And I'm just a man of some twenty-eight birthdays Hopefully still for some fifty-six years Proposing some crossword of nonsense and sctructure And babble on paper for childlike ears With these lyrics for hobos defeating the purpose Executive producing, the moments devour It's one thing I learned from the shedding procedure So let us rely on that holy Ghost power Na na na na, na na na na...