The Pushers Party - Portugal. The Man

i’m paper love, are you sure you’re up?

my hands, the sun, mouth, your love

purple skies, yellow-green trees

dripping down through the colored streets

press your ears down on the ground

feel that heart pumping through the ground?

the pusher was the feet

and the feet the floor

when we got a little,

well we got a little more

once we count to four, then we count to ten

we’ll take up every bit that we give to them

sorry for the party, i’m sure you’ve had enough

wait here while we wake him, he should be getting up

oh forever forever

share the love, eat it up

take the spoons and dig it up

find your way down paper trails

ship it out and stack it

they shipped out all the boys

then they shipped some more

gathered all the lights place outside your door

the corners were too dark for the dark in them

so find the center there

place them down on the floor

and he opened up his mouth

oh forever forever

sorry for the party, i’m sure you’ve had enough

wait here while we wake him, he should be getting up

oh forever forever