Merriweather Post Pavilion

Is it much to admit I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father's grace

I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls

Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
When it's just precisely tuned
That's how it comes out so nice

Make sure my kid's got a jacket
Keys and coat and shoes and hat
Strap a stroller to my back
Bouncing along every crack

What good is it to make it fast
Sing a song to pass the playground
What can I do as traffic pass
Guard my girl from muffler's black gas
What can I do to make it fast
Pop a jump but not too hard
Take a little look up at the ramp
Stop and look at the traffic signal

Up uneven steps and talking's hard
Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right

When all this mess will ever get away, apart from Chinatown
Weaving in and out of line, the sidewalk's full of merch
and now my nervous tick has capped a lip, my cheeks are chewed down to the bit
upon the roof is stealing at the hustling crowds still reached out
i go up there and light a leaf(?) and wish our turn was next now
a (??) and some of us that's back inside a haunted house
i packed my bags and filled em with (?????????)
(????????)

This wilderness up in my head,
This wilderness up in my head,
This wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom.

is there no reason it'll be the way it was, please look at me.
my three best friends so casually just letting go so joyfully
and if i let my (???)
I'll always be happy or now is it just trying to divide?
it makes me think my dearest things
are not what they're supposed to be.
i trick myself at anytime ive got to keep up
oh my god
and hope that i will not be wrong and keep my faith inside a song
and we'll make up, which reminds me not to leave them back inside

This wilderness up in my head,
This wilderness up in my head,
This wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom.

Sometimes the sun will shine, yes i'm just feelin' fine.
Sometimes i'm not aware where I am or what i care
Sometimes i'm well-to-do but I dont know what to do
Sometimes i dont agree with my thoughts on bein' free


Please don't leave me
Seems I feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good.


Sometimes the sun will shine, yes i'm just feelin' fine.
Sometimes i'm not aware where I am or what i care
Sometimes i'm well-to-do but I dont know what to do
Sometimes i dont agree with my thoughts on bein' free.


Please don't leave me
Seems I feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good.

Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma,
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
a Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
a Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma.
Don't keep lying in a coma.