Pan

by Rivers Cuomo

He is not the God of creation
But he is the Lord
Of the morning light
And with his song
That floats on up
Through the daybreak
It is he that
Will stay daylong
Through the dawns early mists
That rise with the river
Through the sound of the world
Once more awake
You can feel
His presence strong
As forever as once more
The ice of night time melts
Give way the day
Give way the day
As we start again
Is he not the God of creation
Is he not the God of creation
Is he not the God of creation
I knew you'd starve in heaven
And I'd pray for your release
There's and angel at my table and a devil up my sleave
With nothing on-
Nothing but a smile
I knew your prize was empty
And that they're waiting on your need
Piano-white and wide and empty
I don't even want to know what that means
Why d'you wana know?
You're still nothing but a child
Will it come back to me
Will it come back to me
If it comes back to me, my love
Will it come back to me for long?
He'll not anwser to your bidding
I just burried him last night
I'm still trying to force another
Needle in the camel's eye
Why d'you wana know?
You are nothing but a child
Will it come back to me
Will it come back to me
If it came back to me, my love
Will it come back to me for long?
You ought to know you are nothing but a child
And that you cant satisfy my heart of its
So called desire
You are nothing but a child