Binance

Easter Parade (Emmy the Great)

Is all that we've become Just nothing but hats and bags We're waiting for taxi cabs So you light cigarettes And I'm taking drags In the air, a sea of words, That didn't come soon enough In my mind a railway station And a ticket stub And it is Easter in the town I can hear as they strike up the band We're listening to some old man Say he came back to life with a hole in his hand And now the Sunday school is gathered Together in pink and in blue They're heralding angels for you But not for me They're singing Gloria in Excelsis Deo, deo Gloria in Excelsis But there's no, There's no hope And I am grateful for the things That you've tried to show to me dear But there's no Arcadia, No Albi, and there?s no Jerusalem here And underneath your pastures green There's earth and there?s ash And there's bone And there are things that disappear Into it and then they are gone And there is light that hits the sky And then it is midnight again And there is my mother, my father, And you and we are all impermanent And on the green they tell their tales About how even the dead can come back I just don't believe in that So you can keep on singing Gloria in Excelsis Deo, deo Gloria in Excelsis But there's no, There's no hope There's no such thing There's no such thing There's no such thing There's no such thing There's no such thing There's no such thing There's no such thing There's no such thing as ghosts