Testo Monument Jane Child
Pasted labels on my days
Well I was wandering faster than science
Going over the greenery
Where often just a change of stance
Could have us looking like a Christ
But there is hardly any more imagination
Ambushing the habits I have lately fallen into
Well I could sit for days like a statue
Even though Iâm trying not to do the same things twice
Throw a cloth around the shaking shoulders
Of the statues that youâve built
Youâve built yourself into a monument, a monument
Youâd even pray to it, while it was yawning
And just like zero in its constant emptiness
I was uttering the words of some useless, unwritten scripture
Where often just a change of words
Could have us sounding like a Christ
Throw a cloth around the shaking shoulders
Of the statues that youâve built
Youâve built yourself into a monument, a monument
Youâd even pray to it, while it was yawning
Throw a little money in the paper cups of
All those things that you forgot
Youâve built yourself into a monument, a monument
Youâd even pray to it, while it was yawning