كلمات Bright Machine

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