There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks the sand And a language and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen You can squint at it through snowy static to out the meaning
And just keep the antennae, hoping that it will come clear We need some reception, a message, just tell us what to fear Because I know what tomorrow brings
It's alive with such All I know is I feel when I sing Burdens are from me That's my voice
So Michael, please keep the rolling Boys keep strumming those We need a record of our failures, we document our love I've sat too long in my silence, I've grown too old in my To shed this skin, be born again, it starts an ending
So thank you for the time we shared My love stays with you like and air Oh, I truly wish I could keep 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, love and to be
So I've made peace with the leaves I see their same fate in my own I won't be frightened when I am awoken from 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 ...