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 shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV You can squint at it through static to make out the meaning
And just keep stretching the antennae, hoping that it come clear We need some reception, a higher message, just us what to fear Because I don't 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 the tape rolling Boys keep strumming those We need a record of our failures, we must our love I've sat too in my silence, I've grown too old in my pain To shed skin, be born again, it starts with an ending
So you friends for the time we shared My stays with you like sunlight and air Oh, I truly wish I could keep hanging here But my joy is covering me, soon, I will
Well, not a movie, no private This method acting, well, I call living It is a fountain, all the are open We got a problem with no But to love, love, love and to be
So I've made peace the falling leaves I see their fate in my own body I won't be frightened I am awoken from this dream And returned to which gave birth to me
And the goes, and the story goes And it on and 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 It's on and on and on
And on And on And on ...