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 viewed from a shitty TV screen You can squint at it through snowy static to make out the
And just keep the antennae, hoping that it will come clear We need reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear I don't know what tomorrow brings
It's alive with such All I know is I feel better I sing Burdens are from me That's my rising
So Michael, please keep the rolling Boys strumming those 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 with an ending
So thank you friends for the time we My love stays with you sunlight and air Oh, I truly wish I keep hanging around here But my joy is me, soon, I will disappear
Well, not a movie, no screening 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, and to be loved
So I've made peace the falling leaves I see their fate in my own body I won't be frightened when I am awoken from 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 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 ...