Camper Van Beethoven - The Humid Press of Days Lyrics

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The Humid Press of Days

The Humid Press of Days Lyrics by Camper Van Beethoven
The Humid Press of Days Lyrics

What Are The Lyrics For The Humid Press of Days By Camper Van Beethoven?

What did it mean to fly
A tremor in your soul
To resist the dull existence of gravity
Upward bound, trees fly
Two meadows and a fields
And the border is a simple line of hills
Ah, didja come uncoiled
Between heavens and the Earth
Whispered nonsense into your radio
Now afternoons you seldom move
Grounded to a little bit of earth
And, after all, time barely crawls
Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks
What did it mean to fly
When you were bound to the Earth
A release from the humid press of days
Now afternoons it hardly moves
I wonder how you make it through each day
And, after all, time barely crawls
Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks
What did it mean to fly
A tremor in your soul
To resist the dull existence of gravity
What did it mean to you
An early chat with death
To pull your body for a moment from your soul

Who Wrote The Humid Press of Days By Camper Van Beethoven?

Chris Pederson, David Lowery, Greg Lisher, Victor Krummenacher

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