Greg Laswell Bright Ideas song lyrics

Back down off the sun

I need a light to tell the time

I'm sure the sky wants it's black back

Air attack

So in love with the view

You bombast

It's just like a sunburn but contagious

You really are outrageous

When you've got your bright ideas on

And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you

'Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too

Ease up on your mouth

I can't make any words out

The fruitflies all buzzing out

Man what are you getting to

You may be right and I may be wrong

I know that you've got to hang your bright ideas on

And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you

'Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too

You may say

I'm not here