There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once It's a shocking bit of footage viewed a shitty TV screen You can squint at it through snowy static to out the meaning
And just keep stretching the antennae, hoping that it come clear We need some reception, a higher message, tell us what to fear Because I don't what tomorrow brings
It's alive such possibilities All I know is I feel better I sing Burdens are lifted me That's my voice
So Michael, please keep the tape Boys keep strumming guitars We need a record of our failures, we document our love I've sat too long in my silence, 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 stays with you like and air Oh, I truly wish I could hanging around here But my joy is covering me, soon, I disappear
Well, not a movie, no private method acting, well, I call that living It is a fountain, all the are open We got a problem with no But to love, love, love and to be
So made peace with the falling leaves I see same fate in my own body I be frightened when I am awoken from this dream And returned to that which gave to me
And the story goes, and the story And it on and 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 going on and on and on
And on And on And on ...