The Revivalists — Chase’s House

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You pick me up, you put me down
Although you never made a sound
I’m living natural feeling free
So I drift away, thinking in blurred photographs
All the way to the mansion of my mind
You push buttons I pull weight
Every single day
You’re a fool to think I’d waste, and throw this all away
Spending all this time
Weighs heavy on my dime
Everyday, I ain’t got a second to waste

Well I know I’m no fun
When I’m moping like the pope
Humming Otis in the rain
These arms of mine will hold up hope
And I can’t tell if I’m owed, or do I owe
So I’ll put that on the list of all the things I’ll never know

You pick me up, you put me down
And still we’re wrapped up in the love
That’s always hung around
Tell me is this all a dream
Swimming the unconscious stream
That flows into the mansion of my mind
Let there be light
Let there be longing for a better way of life
It’s not neurotic it’s melodic when we’re struggling
Hanging from the fallen string
Unraveling the fabric of my time

Well I know I’m no fun
When I’m moping like the pope
Humming Otis in the rain
These arms of mine will hold up hope
And I can’t tell if I’m owed, or do I owe
So I’ll put that on the list of all the things I’ll never know