The Humid Press Of Days Lyrics - Key Lime Pie - Camper Van Beethoven

What did it mean to fly 

A tremor in your soul 

To resist the dull existence of gravity 

Upward bound, trees fly 

Two meadows and a fields 

And the border is a simple line of hills 

Ah, didja come uncoiled 

Between heavens and the earth 

Whispered nonsense into your radio 

Now afternoons you seldom move 

Grounded to a little bit of earth 

And, after all, time barely crawls 

Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks 

What did it mean to fly 

When you were bound to the earth 

A release from the humid press of days 

Now afternoons it hardly moves 

I wonder how you make it through each day 

And, after all, time barely crawls 

Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks 

What did it mean to fly 

A tremor in your soul 

To resist the dull existence of gravity 

What did it mean to you 

An early chat with death 

To pull your body for a moment from your soul