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Ive Been Delivered - Lyrics by The Wallflowers


Lyrics
I could break free from the
wood of a coffin
if I need

But nothin's hard as

Gettin' free from places
I've already been

I've been waste-deep
in the burnin' meadows
of my mind

In the engine

In cold December
shootin' fire from the hose


Now turn off your lights
'cause I'm not comin' home
'til I'm delivered for the first time

I was first-born to a parade
that follows in rows
down a narrow cold black river
faceless shadows
movin' slow

I would move swift when
the sounds of a trumpet would blow
I've been the puppet
I've been the strings
I know the vacant face it brings


Now the bells of curfew

They may ring before I'm through

But soon
I'll be delivered for the first time


You might keep clean
in the back of an angel motorcade

It doesn't matter who walks in
you know, the joke is still the same

You'll just wake up
like a disposable lover
decomposed
I've been gone
I've been remembered
I've been alive
I've been a ghost


So now, if downtown explodes
I'll still be on this road
'til I'm delivered for the first time

I have drawn blood
from the neckline
when vampires were in fashion

You know I'd even learn
to cut my throat

If I thought I could fit in

'
Cause I, I once heard
that you gotta learn
how to blend in to this mess

Where nothin's hard
nothin's precious
and nothin's smooth or flawless


Now, no more amused
just screaming to be delivered
for the first time


Now I'm 10 miles in the deep
and mighty blue sea

Looking back, towards a long white beach
burnin' up into yellow flames


And I just wave back
like a little boy up on a pony
in a show
'cause I can't fix
something this complex
any more than I can build a rose


So just keep on letting go
'cause I must be close
to being delivered for the first time


Now I'd rather bleed out
a long stream from being lonely
and feel blessed

Well than drown, laying face down
in a puddle of respect
I was once lost
in the corridors of the arena
in blindfolds
I've been the bull
I've been the whip
I just pulled down the matador


So now, turn on your lights
'cause I'm comin' home
I've been delivered for the first time

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