The Great Migration: Gilding the Lily

Gilding the Lily

Station to station
Vessel to vessel
Tied up in intestines
Prescribed to mud-wrestle
Your aim just please
No skin on your knees
And you take it too fast
Cause you like the brain freeze

No one can reach you
On your glass hill
Deeper grows the hole
That you try to fill

With all these sweet, sweet nightshade dreams
All these unraveling seams…

(Chorus)
Just gilding the lily
You’re just gilding the lily
And you’ll never be satisfied
No, no, no
No, you’ll never be satisfied

Lover oh lover
She cries from the gutter
You want to go to her
But you must please mother
Your aim just please
No skin on your knees
And you take it too fast
You know only unease

No one can reach you
On your glass hill
Cooking nail soup with your fortunes
A prisoner by your free will

Yeah…

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Well if I had a hammer
Lord, I’ll tell what I’d do
I’d take it hard to this glass hill
And split the glass hill right in two
Yeah, if I had a hammer
Babe, I’ll tell what I’d do
I’d take it hard to this glass hill
And split the glass hill right in two

Well everybody’s got a hammer…
Yeah, everybody’s got a hammer…
Cause everybody is a hammer…
Yeah, everybody is a hammer…

Under all these sweet, sweet nightshade dreams
And all these unraveling seams…

(Repeat chorus X2)