The Wallflowers

The Wallflowers - Ive Been Delivered lyrics

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wood of a coffin
 if I need
 But nothin's hard as
 Gettin' free from places
 I've already been

 I've been waste-deep
 in the burnin' meadows
 of my mind
 In the engine
 In cold December
 shootin' fire from the hose

 Now turn off your lights
 'cause I'm not comin' home
 'til I'm delivered for the first time

 I was first-born to a parade
 that follows in rows
 down a narrow cold black river
 faceless shadows
 movin' slow

 I would move swift when
 the sounds of a trumpet would blow
 I've been the puppet
 I've been the strings
 I know the vacant face it brings

 Now the bells of curfew
 They may ring before I'm through
 But soon
 I'll be delivered for the first time

 You might keep clean
 in the back of an angel motorcade
 It doesn't matter who walks in
 you know, the joke is still the same
 You'll just wake up
 like a disposable lover
 decomposed
 I've been gone
 I've been remembered
 I've been alive
 I've been a ghost

 So now, if downtown explodes
 I'll still be on this road
 'til I'm delivered for the first time

 I have drawn blood
 from the neckline
 when vampires were in fashion
 You know I'd even learn
 to cut my throat
 If I thought I could fit in

 'Cause I, I once heard
 that you gotta learn
 how to blend in to this mess
 Where nothin's hard
 nothin's precious
 and nothin's smooth or flawless

 Now, no more amused
 just screaming to be delivered
 for the first time

 Now I'm 10 miles in the deep
 and mighty blue sea
 Looking back, towards a long white beach
 burnin' up into yellow flames

 And I just wave back
 like a little boy up on a pony
 in a show
 'cause I can't fix
 something this complex
 any more than I can build a rose

 So just keep on letting go
 'cause I must be close
 to being delivered for the first time

 Now I'd rather bleed out
 a long stream from being lonely
 and feel blessed
 Well than drown, laying face down
 in a puddle of respect
 I was once lost
 in the corridors of the arena
 in blindfolds
 I've been the bull
 I've been the whip
 I just pulled down  the matador

 So now, turn on your lights
 'cause I'm comin' home
 I've been delivered for the first time
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Interscope Records

Details:

Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: (Breach) (2000)

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