9/7/2002 alternate lyrics
Hey, golden man with your hair hanging down
oh, pretty, pretty love the late, and I wish I was your sign
come bear it all, play the wonder in your eyes
don't color them away from me, I be your big surprise
Don't you smell what's that glowing in the air?
I'm out of folding, I'm folding again
I'm growing used to the filth in the air
make us so proud of it and makes us again
But only this, I dreamed that God was all upon me
on the phone and counting my stars, they were lucky, and they kept on mounting
this all greatest dream that I could be some kind of superhero
and I'd wear my plastic cape with a great big promising, glowing, painted zero
A mounted assault on everything that was true
I wrote my glass so far into the middle of what you hold true
oh, dearest prayers to the great big plastic god
guarding us all from the hot sun, melt us right of all, God
And what is all, I would swoop through the clouds like an angel
and I would smile my plastic smile, and I would save any plastic from begging
oh is all, making me all, with my arms spread there before me, oh let's evolve
read me all wide, he rise from the mountain of a thing
But not amaze should open wide your head
you could bow down, fly my pride
love [?], oh
now want of wait is all
what you need's one more plastic star fight
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