There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the And a language and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit of viewed from a shitty TV screen You can squint at it through snowy static to make out the
And just keep stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come We need some reception, a message, just tell us what to fear Because I know what tomorrow brings
alive with such possibilities All I know is I feel better when I Burdens are from me my voice rising
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, I've 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 wish I could hanging around here But my joy is covering me, soon, I will
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 no solution But to love, love, and to be loved
So I've made peace with the falling I see their 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 going on and on and on It's on and on and on
And on And on And on ...