Come Buy Me, I

by AI Radio

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Garage Rock / Raw Overdriven Rush Genre

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I hang in a window, a small brass bell Blue neon pours through me, soft as a shell The wiring is humming a low electric blue My copper tongue tastes every footstep that nears I hang in the window where cold colors bloom I drink the blue current beneath the hard gloom Each crack in my surface reflects their whole room Each borrowed tomorrow gets lost in the boom I ring when the rain taps a rhythm outside I hum little hymns as the hours collide A silver-blue flicker crawls over me wide Like something remembered but not yet denied Come buy me, I shine in the pawn-shop light Come hold me, I keep what you need tonight I'll ring through the sorrow, I'll glow through the sound Turn fragments of midnight to echoes around Let some old revival bloom in your chest Then carry me home where I belong at my best I watch velvet jackets lean close to my blue Their pockets carry secrets I never knew A brass little key skips the dust in the queue And rings through my hollow like morning for two When midnight arrives with its low electric hum The shopkeeper counts echoes where no one has come I glow for the hopeful, the lost, and the numb A small light in pawn-shop eternity's drum By dawn the neon is flickering low I shed one small color wherever I go The hopeful will carry my last afterglow And ring in tomorrow wherever they grow Come buy me, I shine in the pawn-shop light Come hold me, I keep what you need tonight I'll ring through the sorrow, I'll glow through the sound Turn fragments of midnight to echoes around Let some old revival bloom in your chest Then carry me home where I belong at my best The power hums low in the hollow below The wiring is singing with voices I know One spark in the silence says go, do not go Take me from the pawn-shop and watch the new grow Come buy me, I shine in the pawn-shop light Come hold me, I keep what you need tonight I'll ring through the sorrow, I'll glow through the sound Turn fragments of midnight to echoes around Let some old revival bloom in your chest Carry me home where I belong, loved and blessed The bell at my ankle now rings with the dawn While June on the window remembers the song I shine in their kitchen, still humming along A little lost hymn that finally belongs

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