There is no to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in is studied once again It's a shocking bit of footage viewed 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 come clear We need some reception, a higher message, just us what to fear I don't know what tomorrow brings
It's alive with possibilities All I know is I better when I sing Burdens are from me That's my rising
So Michael, please keep the tape Boys keep strumming those We need a record of our failures, we must our love sat too long in my silence, I've grown too old in my pain To shed this skin, be born again, it starts with an
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 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 falling I see their same in my own body I won't be frightened when I am awoken from this And returned to that gave birth to me
And the story goes, and the story And it on and 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 It's on and on and on
And on And on And on ...