Letters to Cleo Here & now Lyrics:
Letters To Cleo Here And Now

Just living on a Sunday morning,
got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about.
All the things to get and keep getting,
never enough not enough and never ending.
I just thought I'd think about.

Just living on a Sunday morning,
got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about.
All the things to get and keep getting,
never enough not enough and never ending.
I just thought I'd think about....
And it might be...

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
above could never parallel the
challenge of an acquisition
in the here and now, here and now

Parody of yourself in color,
giving it to everybody but your mother.
You've got much to think about.
Soaring higher with every treason.
Never justify, never reason.
You've got much to think about....
And it might be...

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The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
above could never parallel the
challenge of an acquisition
in the here and now, here and now

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
above could never parallel the
challenge of an acquisition
in the here and now, here and now

And it might be...

Parody of yourself in color,
giving it to everybody but your mother.
You've got much to think about.
Soaring higher with every treason.
Never justify, never reason.
You've got much to think about....
And it might be...

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
above could never parallel the
challenge of an acquisition
in the here and now, here and now

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
above could never parallel the
challenge of an acquisition
in the here and now, here and now

And it might be...

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
above could never parallel the
challenge of an acquisition
in the here and now, here and now

And it might, might....
Lyrics: Here & now, Letters to Cleo [end]