A Flock of Chestshire Cats - Rockettothesky

Night reels us in;

back to our li-ttle-e she-e-lves and drawers

Where we lie folde-e-eeed

Some in sock pairs a-and so-ome a-h-looone

My shelf is fu-uuuu-ll of morning su-uu-uu-u-u-u-u-n

Beams feel me u-h-uup

Bli-i-ind-folde-ed fi-ingerti-ips

The moon is full, I only see your mouths

A flo-o-ck o-of Chestshire ca-ats

I close them shut to make you go a-way, make you go a-way, make you go a-way,

make you go a-way — ma-a-aaa-ke you go — yo-ou

go-oo-a-wa—y-ay-aa-y-yyy-yy-aay-y-y

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