Easter Morning Lyrics - Singles - Wild Strawberries

Gretta's in the corner but she's miles away 

Mary's coaxing Adam to stare time in the face 

And me and Joey Carpenter are listening to the naked miner 

Talking about the way things were before the world was green 

I can run where I want 

On Easter morning 

Run where I dream 

It's like a grey suited businessman who's looking for the answer 

His wife is complicated and his girlfriend has cancer 

Maybe I'm a dotted line between the clouds and Union Station 

Maybe I'm an open window swinging in the breeze 

Tell me if you've ever seen the convalescent fisherman 

Before I kiss you in the corner of my lifelong quarantine 

If my name was Richard Nixon would you treat me with conviction 

If my name was Colin Thatcher would my protest really matter 

But my name is contradiction and I'm standing in your liquor store 

I'm stealing from your baby boy and lying in your lanes 

You know I don't care much for your chemical names 

Pesticide and pimozide they're all the same 

And I've half a mind to sit you down and tell you about the holy war 

I've half a mind to sit you down and blow you up with metaphor