"4:19 a.m."
Words and Music by Just A Hobby
Appears on Idle
Like crystals in a bottle, our lives go round and round
Navigate that circle for our journey underground.
The angels giggle sweetly as the devil jerks our chains
The scent of lilacs linger as we take that midnight train.
The sky is red and purple. That cloud looks like a bird.
Fringed like gilded ravens, now Jimi must be heard.
At first his voice comes softly, then spirals in yellow waves.
The scent of grapefruit lingers and the holy spirit saves.
Little elves in velvet scamper round the room.
Always out of eyesight, breathing sighs of doom.
The flowers offer comfort and there is always room.
The scent of roses linger and the scarlet lilies bloom.
© 1998 Just A Song
