There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is once again It's a bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen You can squint at it through static to make out the meaning
And keep stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come clear We need reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear Because I know what tomorrow brings
It's alive with possibilities All I know is I feel better I sing Burdens are from me That's my voice
So Michael, please keep the rolling Boys strumming those guitars We need a record of our failures, we must document our I've sat too in my silence, I've grown too old in my pain To shed this skin, be born again, it starts with an
So thank you for the time we shared My love with you like sunlight and air Oh, I truly I could keep hanging around here But my joy is me, soon, I will disappear
Well, not a movie, no screening This method acting, well, I call living It is a fountain, all the doors are We got a problem with no But to love, love, love and to be
So I've made with the falling leaves I see their same fate in my own I won't be frightened when I am awoken this dream And returned to that which gave to me
And the goes, and the story goes And it on and on and on and on going on and on and on It's on and on and on going on and on and on It's on and on and on
And on And on And on ...