Devendra Banhart At The Hop Lyrics

At The Hop Lyrics

Put me in your suitcase

Let me help you pack

'Cause you're never coming back

No, you're never coming back



Cook me in your breakfast

And put me on your plate

'Cause you know I taste great

Yeah, you know I taste great



At the hop, it's greaseball heaven

With candy pants and Archie too



Put me in your dry dream

Or put me in your wet

If you haven't yet

No, if you haven't yet



Light me with your candle

And watch the flames grow high

No, it doesn't have to try

It doesn't have to try



Well, I won't stop all of my pretending

That you'll come home

You'll be coming home someday soon



Put me in your blue skies

Or put me in your grey

There's gotta be some way

There's gotta be some way



Put me in your tongue tie

Make it hard to say

That you ain't gonna stay

That you ain't gonna stay



Wrap me in your marrow

Stuff me in your bones

Sing a mending moan

A song to bring you home