Alex Ebert - Alex Meets The Night

You know it all you're running in circles like Andy Warhol
Weird it ain't normal, can't afford it all
Need big pants to store it all
Turn like marbles, my boys warbles, okay, okay, okay, eh

The day fishes the sun
And nets us sweetly above the concrete courts
Swings us from heaven
Bitter stamp greased and gummed on my breast
Your momma was something
Gilded and handsome noses
Ripe with summer
Cooked in roses, goodnight lovers

Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night) (x8)
Eh, Eh

I'm gonna die, I don't care
I just wanna breathe air
Into my lungs, into my hair
Up my nose, derriere
I got photo-memory, right?
I ain't fuckin with your life
I got so many feelings, so many billion
You're people, right?

I sorta, God, I've got a new love had to order
For ya, people who behind on the corner
Lord I, Bodies are just 80 percent water
Jump into the ocean and just melt yourself goodbye and then just

Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight) (x8)
Eh, eh

Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night) (x8)
Eh, eh, eh, eh

While they were here my thing
On the side of the night
I'm feelin' wack, dancin' here
I'm the man of the hour
While they were there
There, there, beats, there or there
I'm the way baby babe, my baby babe
Baby