Michael Stipe

Lyrics to Your Capricious Soul

[Verse 1]

Honey's got, got, got a new feeling

Honey peeled herself off the ceiling

Because God, God, God is revealing

How to serve your body

How to serve your mind

Searching your capricious soul



[Verse 2]

So you post, post, post on the weekend

And you pretend you are a seeker

When they all come, loving and looking

You are writing a tell-all, tell-all, sugar

You are leaving nothing out



[Verse 3]

Godspeed baby, blessings

Gob-smacked, baby

And this party's in your honor

Pass



[Bridge]

Your mother's worried

Is this in your favor?

And your pastor's crying

And the birds are dying

Or they might as well be

They might as well be



[Verse 4]

Now, the paper's calling

And the photos flashing

And the fashion's changing

Fast



Yeah, the paper's calling

And the photos flashing

And the fashion's changing

Fast