Lyrics

You know that my life is full of cheap surprises I've got to get off of the grids It's as if these algorithmic freaks don't know who they're fucking with I'll take the voice they try to drown out Past every haunted town house To where the merry breezes live Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life His name was Shulgin If only you could stay a dozen days in my life When the dying day is done… How I wish that you could stay another day in my life I see your silhouettes, shining in the setting sun They blame you for the dust that fеd us dreams From the city's singing stairwells to thе suburbs and the schemes Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life My life, my life The loud raucous rooms, ceiling sweat and next day doom It all leads back to you Come on, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life It all leads back to you… Shulgin 10 billion blue mondays An unbroken stream of one-night love affairs For every thousand babies, 15 funerals In the compound there's a culture Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life Cos I can feel that everafter coming through And it all leads back to you So what comes to the tongue when the dying day is done? I see your silhouettes, shining in the setting sun Ain't you the best one out, bar none? If life's a riddle with a song in, all the best ones sound like longing And how I long to be with Shulgin Oh, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life How I wish that you could stay another day in my life Of off Shulgin's plate, I will take the bait And to Heaven's Gate, we can levitate Come on, if only you could stay a dozen days in my life His name was Shulgin