Here and Now - Letters to Cleo

 

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough not enough and never ending

I just thought I'd think about
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the

Here and now, here and now

Parody of yourself in color

Giving it to everybody but your mother
You've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason

Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the

Here and now, here and now

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the

Here and now, here and now
And it might be...

Parody of yourself in color

Giving it to everybody but your mother and

You've got much to think about

Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be...

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might, might...