The Transforming by Matanah

I wish that they would stop sayin things about me
Every attribute and sad excuse they whisper inside when I leave
Oh Is anything heaven sent if I can’t get away from it
I can try and help you imagine what it has been like

There I go across the snow in my numbed up puffer coat
Please don’t just say somethin I don’t wanna hear a word
The murmuring inside my mind was so goddamn loud last night
Out I go into the cold tell me something i don't know
Please don't just say something I don't want to hear the old
The murmuring inside my mind was so goddamn loud last night

Haven’t you ever been layin in bed in the morning
felt burgeoning blood forming?
I leapt out of bed leaving you instead for the transforming
I fell down the stairs on my way my wings grew I did soar
Up through the kitchen window out across the porch
I couldn’t be described a captive anymore
Haven’t you ever been layin in bed in the morning felt burgeoning blood forming?

On my trip around the city in the sky I couldn’t help but notice
all the people walking all alone or hand in hand and
thought I felt some butterflies
and then I was a butterfly
and everybody saw me soaring
everyone was admiring me
I was so damn pretty

Haven’t you ever been prayin’ in bed in the morning
heard someone in the kitchen?
Haven’t you ever been praying in bed in the morning
heard someone in the downstairs?
I followed the wind all the way till I could see the ocean
I dropped like a stone, down so hard I closed my eyes and saw stars

On my dive into the ocean
I saw lots of creatures being
everything I ever wanted
everyone of them un-haunted
then I felt the current change
and then I knew how to behave
and I was free from my injunctions
inhabiting holy moments

I was so damn pretty

I know I swore I’d stop sayin’ things about you
A few years ago I thought I knew the depths of the worst of the truth
And I know the way you woulda been is better than the way it was
But I can’t go back to dragging myself through your mud.

Here I am across the sand staring at a promised land
There I go to and fro back and forth before I land
The murmuring inside my mind was not as loud just last night

There I am in the past wondering how long I’ll last
There I go up and over every memory that cast
A shadow or a beam of light contaminated or blessed my mind

The murmuring inside my mind was not as loud just last night
The murmuring inside my mind was not as loud just last night.

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