A.C. Newman Follow

The sequins in your wake find their way, 'cause someone left the lights on
And the idea is a powerful one
The sun showers outside and I've found something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come

And now I give you my days, all my days

It broke open the door, flipping chairs, tipping over tables
Reminded why I love this one
Go trip down the lane, take my name, the flashbulbs strobe eureka
Like an idea whose time had come

And now I give you my days, all my days

All of my days off

The sun showers outside and I've found something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come
Thunderbolts will strike where they may, like a drunken master
Like an idea whose time had come

And now I give you my days, all my days

And all of my days off