The Church – The Hypnogogue Lyrics

The Church – The Hypnogogue Lyrics

When you wanted it
I was there
When you first went in no one twisted your arm When you tasted it
Like you’d been tasting it your whole life
As you went under into unknown
Remember the music pulled out of your head Tinkling piano trickling into the cans Insulating guitars
Reptilian bass, the kick in your face
The snare in your heart

you wont get something-
Did you make a reservation

you wont get something out of mind-
you wont get some things outta my time-
I got no reservations
you wont get something out of mind-

Woozy strings in the garden You finger the cymbals You gawk at machine heads cast up your account
Suddenly we had too much The organs were swelling The moonbeams were burning The arrows did fall
Then like the tide went out The ensemble were dying Quickening flourish
But that’s another story
I gotta jet
It’s already too late
It’s already too soon I’m ready to jam
Your tranquil apartment The ambient music Music for love time Incantation in song
Now I stand empty handed At the threshold of silence
At the end of performance
At the end of a life