| Lyrics: | If you ask me how I knew, I saw you.
I had a bird's-eye view of a bird's-eye
view when I
saw you.
I saw you not as you think,
simply just as you. I saw you
And all of this
augers well
even though its presaging pell-mell.
All of it augers well.
the bastard
of it being, having to choose
Then you turned all Billy Sunday, shoutin'
"Philadelphia for
Christ and Christ for
Philadelphia,"
as the sun groomed the plane with crepuscular rays.
When I saw you
And all of this augers well.
Even so, its presaging pell-mell.
And all
of it augers well.
the bastard being, having to choose
between a flickering fuse and power
beyond what you use
Never mind us purple italians,
never mind that pool in the
mountains
Victory came and went
on winged elephants. I saw you.
And all of this
augers well
even though, even so its
presaging pell-mell.
All of it augers well
this is the bastard
the bastard of it being: having to choose |
