Album Name : Wolf Songs For Lambs
Release Date : 2013-06-04
Song Duration : 2:41
Jonathan Fire Eater Bipolar Summer
Well there's a hole in my sofa from smoking and
sleeping
It's the symbol of a memory quietly creeping
Through these empty cars of this train of thought
Well they're drinking in the aisles to the good friends
they've lost
And the conductor with the voice so true
Says "I once had a friend who looked a lot like you"
Well I did too
Tonight I saw that friend in the bathrom mirror
We will do what we can just to keep him near
Let the bones of the wolf be gnawed by lambs
I'm think I'm beginning, man, to understand
That we're all some mothers babies once
We're all some mothers babies
And the pigeons climb down over us
In the sun in the sun so shady
And if I fly first class on a 747
Oh I got magazines and gin
I read a clubbers guide, baby to Berlin
Oh I can see the glaciers and the dorsal fins
Out here on the tundra there aint no thunder
The ink-spot sky pulling me under
Under we go
We're all some mothers babies once
We're all some mothers babies
And the pigeons climb down over us
In the sun in the park so shady
