Here and Now
Letters to Cleo Lyrics


Just living on a Sunday morning, got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I
just thought I'd think about. All the things to get and keep getting, never
enough not enough and never ending. I just thought I'd think about. And it
might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above could
never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now.

Parody of yourself in color, giving it to everybody but your mother. You've got much to
think about. Soaring higher with every treason. Never justify, never reason.
You've got much to think about. And it might be...
[The fast part again.]


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Written by: GREG MCKENNA, KAY HANLEY, BRIAN KARP

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[Intro]
Just livin' on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea, and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
Other things to get and keep getting
Never enough, not enough, and never endin'
I just thought I'd think about

[Verse]
Just livin' on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea, and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
Other things to get and keep getting
Never enough, not enough, and never endin'
I just thought I'd think about

[Pre-Chorus]
And it might be

[Chorus]
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky, but could never parallel a challenge of an acquisition in the

[Post-Chorus]
Here and now, Here and now

[Verse]
Parody of yourself in color
Givin' it to everybody but your mother and
You got much to think about
Soarin' higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You got much to think about

[Pre-Chorus]
And it might be

[Chorus]
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky, but could never parallel a challenge of an acquisition in the

[Post-Chorus]
Here and now, Here and now

[Chorus]
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky, but could never parallel a challenge of an acquisition in the

[Post-Chorus]
Here and now, Here and now

[Pre-Chorus]
And it might be

[Verse]
Parody of yourself in color
Givin' it to everybody but your mother and
You got much to think about
Soarin' higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You got much to think about

[Pre-Chorus]
And it might be

[Chorus]
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky, but could never parallel a challenge of an acquisition in the

[Post-Chorus]
Here and now, Here and now

[Chorus]
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky, but could never parallel a challenge of an acquisition in the

[Post-Chorus]
Here and now, Here and now

[Pre-Chorus]
And it might be

[Chorus]
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky, but could never parallel a challenge of an acquisition in the

[Post-Chorus]
Here and now, Here and now

[Outro]
And it might, might



Vylet Tiz

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough, not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough, not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about

And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now

Parody of yourself in color
Giving it to everybody but your mother
And you've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about

And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now

And it might be

Parody of yourself in color
Giving it to everybody but your mother
And you've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about

And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now

And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now

And it might, might



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Greg M

As a 40 year old man who well remembers when this song first came out, I cannot begin to describe all of this memories this song triggers. Hard to believe so much time has passed. Always liked this band.

RGC77

Greg M same here man. I miss those days so much

Sam w

Greg M hi greg from watauga tx

百合フランチェスコ

Yeah..I'm 41...

EyeCandyAthlete

I'm blurpteen. I win.

Sarah Riedel

I was 12 when this and all the other 1995 radio singles came out and it always astonishes me that even after years of not hearing them I LITERALLY REMEMBER ALL THE WORDS THE FIRST TIME AROUND.

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Mi Mc

I love that feeling when you stumble across a song that you'd totally forgotten about but when you hear it you're instantly back in time.

600joe

Music takes you right back. The problem is that, that moment is gone. It can fuck with your head.
Smoke weed at an older age is no good too........

GK PRIVATE

agreed. And this is one of those

Mi Mc

@GK PRIVATE Skating Polly fan?

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