Weatherbox - The Fresh Prints Of Bill Ayers lyrics

Coming through the fog, coming through the walls: coming for it Coming through the haze, coming through the shades: coming for it Coming from the past- Hark and Listen to the Humming! Coming back at last- Listen through the Door in the Floor! Coming from the past, coming back at last: coming for it Coming from the cave, coming from the grave: coming for it "...And I received a deleted memory of you and me On the run of a team of Sickening Police forever We used to have such fun together, do you remember? We used to have such fun together, do you remember?" I will paint my stories on the Gates of Light Warning of my rain, my pouring on parades, my storming... I will paint, I'll paint We'll have us hell of an adventure, through the folds, through the Black Hole Epicenters We know magic: we're coming for it We pick pockets We're coming for it