Il testo della A 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