Augie March Follow

How sweet it is to be loved by you
And taking your medicine
And feeling individual and audio-visual
You see, I'm hearing everything you see
And I'm seeing everything you hear

To every idea a shelf
To my wings a great heap of dust
They were only ever buds anyway
Only ever gonna get in the way
To my screen a new project
A new model fear

I'm going to the Moth Ball
And speeding like a pinstripe
And never has it felt so right
See, I'm rolling like an eight ball
And never has it felt so right
I'm going to the Moth Ball
And on the music goes

I feel like Thomas Edison
A thousand lights going off in my head

How sweet it is to be an apple in the eye
And coming in worm-wise
And feeding on your greatest fear
Masquerading as a new love
When by turn we all turn and turn in
And the worm begets a butterfly

Live your life in just one day
Live your life smooth

I'm going to the Moth Ball
And speeding like a pinstripe
And never has it felt so right
See I'm rolling like an eight ball
And never has it felt so right
I'm going to the Moth Ball
And on the music goes

I feel like the Persian Gulf
A thousand lights going off in my head