Muscle And Matter
There was a house, yes, there was a home
And there in the flesh, despising their own
The boy king of cats, the princess of light
Dress up in the old fields to court the young night
We would dance with the night
It's hard to imagine, imagine the laughter
It's hard to imagine, imagine your joy
It's hard to believe in muscle and matter
It's hard to believe that I was a boy, I was a boy
I was a boy
I was a...
There was a boy, next door was a girl
Then there was us between their worlds
Conspiring with cats, collecting old bones
To fashion together a child of our own
To lead us home
It's hard to imagine, imagine the laughter
It's hard to imagine, imagine your joy
It's hard to believe in muscle and matter
It's hard to believe that I was a boy, I was a boy
I was a boy
I was a...
There in the field, in the field, we were never strangers
There in the field, in the field, we weren't far from our home
There in the field, in the field, we were never stranger
There in the field, in the field, we would find our bones
Oh, and they would show us home
And they'd show us home
It's hard to imagine, imagine the laughter
It's hard to imagine, imagine your joy
It's hard to believe in muscle and matter
It's hard to believe that I was a boy, I was a boy
It's hard to imagine, imagine the laughter (I was a boy)
It's hard to imagine, imagine your joy (I was a)
It's hard to believe in muscle and matter
It's hard to believe that I was a boy, I was a boy
(I was a boy) I was a boy
(I was a boy) I was a...
And there in the flesh, despising their own
The boy king of cats, the princess of light
Dress up in the old fields to court the young night
We would dance with the night
It's hard to imagine, imagine the laughter
It's hard to imagine, imagine your joy
It's hard to believe in muscle and matter
It's hard to believe that I was a boy, I was a boy
I was a boy
I was a...
There was a boy, next door was a girl
Then there was us between their worlds
Conspiring with cats, collecting old bones
To fashion together a child of our own
To lead us home
It's hard to imagine, imagine the laughter
It's hard to imagine, imagine your joy
It's hard to believe in muscle and matter
It's hard to believe that I was a boy, I was a boy
I was a boy
I was a...
There in the field, in the field, we were never strangers
There in the field, in the field, we weren't far from our home
There in the field, in the field, we were never stranger
There in the field, in the field, we would find our bones
Oh, and they would show us home
And they'd show us home
It's hard to imagine, imagine the laughter
It's hard to imagine, imagine your joy
It's hard to believe in muscle and matter
It's hard to believe that I was a boy, I was a boy
It's hard to imagine, imagine the laughter (I was a boy)
It's hard to imagine, imagine your joy (I was a)
It's hard to believe in muscle and matter
It's hard to believe that I was a boy, I was a boy
(I was a boy) I was a boy
(I was a boy) I was a...
Credits
Writer(s): David Marchand
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