WEATHERBOX LYRICS

"Love Me A Good Microcosm"

I'll be the bright, white light at the end of the road,
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home.
I'll be the bright, white light at the end of the road,
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home.
I'll be the bright, white light at the end of the road,
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home.
I'll be the bright, white light at the end of the road,
Letting everybody know that it is time to go home.
Oh yeah, it's time to go home...

Oh, I wonder what it would be like to believe in the Afterlife.
I'd probably smile every time I sang.
I'd probably gun around town, shouting some obscure ancient man's name.
Oh, I don't believe in the Afterlife.
I believe there's a thing called a gun and there are things called knives
I believe they can destroy everything that you are inside.
I believe nothing escapes once they decide.

I know it's not easy being green,
Orbiting the biggest star in the galaxy, me.
You're just a moon, you shine through, but you reflect me too.
You're just a moon. When you die, two more will be born to project through.

But when my supernova hits, maybe you will escape it.
Yeah, when I supernova split, maybe you will escape it.
Yeah, when I supernova split, maybe you will escape it
And you can tell the tale of the flame, who up and changed his name.
You can tell them how super I became.
Yeah, you can tell them what it sounded like when I fried the final brain.
Cause you can glorify the Old Pages and be responsible for the New Cages
Or you can say "to hell with me" and you can get creative...

So, yeah, 666, you can call me a Beast.
But dial 666, when you decide it's time to come back and talk to me.
I'll be waiting in the clouds.
I've been shaping them into our new house.
And when I hear the doorbell, I'll run and cover up my sulfur smell,
Untangle my hair, hood my horns to greet you.
Don't look up at them, look at what's underneath you:
We're in the clouds.

We're in the clouds
We're in the clouds, right above Jerusalem.
Don't mind the flies. Baby, you'll get used to them.
We're in the clouds, right above Jerusalem.
Don't mind the flies. Baby, you'll get used to them.

I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road,
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home.
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the show,
Letting everybody know that it is time to go home.
Oh yeah, it's time to go home
Oh that it's time to go home
Oh yeah, it's time to go home...

Thanks to mka12992 for correcting these lyrics

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