The Four Horses Of Venice

Marty Willson-Piper / Jed Bonniwell

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Lyrics

Sitting in the bottom of a well
Dreaming up the world
Twice a day
Hey, hey, hey
Sunlight it unfurled

Forced into cartography
In Inner Mongolia
The outer edge of universes
Seems to control ya

She imagines maps on the periodic table
And invented modernism from my kitchen table

Glass, diamonds, multiple facets
Sand, carbon, origami magnets

She works in green marble walls
And lives in crystal ice
Manipulating the ivory in my crumbling dice
A blue cup of caffeine launches multiple screens

A psychedelic balloon
In a herringbone sea

Toy soldiers, dancing nurses of light
Planetariums and ambient jet flights

The sun touches down from the sky
Horizon magnetizes yellow so high
Dressing for the secret agents' ball
The Four Horses of Venice oversee all
The Four Horses of Venice oversee all