Bright Machine — текст песни (Virginia Coalition)

Look at me, I`m a bright machine
Look at me, I`m old and green
Look at me, I`m 23
Standing on the ground
There`s a different kind of darkness now
That fills the room right now
And there`s a childhood that no longer needed me

And I hope that you don`t feel the same
And Alleluia is her name
Sunday morning will never change for me
And I hope that you don`t feel the same
And Alleluia is her name
Sunday morning will never change for me

Look at me, I`m a bright machine
Look at me, I`m old and mean
Look at me, I`m 53
Lying on the ground
There`s a different kind of meaning now
That fills this room right now
Makes the days a little longer
And the years go on and on and on

And I hope that you don`t feel the same
And Alleluia, it is her name
Sunday morning will never change for me
And I hope that you don`t feel the same
And Alleluia, it is her name
Sunday morning will never change for me

Look at me, I`m a bright machine
Look at me, I`m old and mean
Look at me, I`m 103
And I`m buried in the ground
There`s a different kind of darkness now
That fills the sky at night
And I`ll sit here by the wayside
And let the angels take me home

And I hope that you don`t feel the same
Alleluia, it is her name
Sunday morning will never change for me
And I hope that you don`t feel the same
And Alleluia, it is her name
Sunday morning will never change for me

And a young man, he went walking
From the hills of Alabama
And he settled on a highway girl
From north Louisiana