Pa, parara, papa, Pa, parara, papa, Papa, parara, papa,
Sixty eight at one The has risen with the sun It's a white mornin' now the fog is gone
It's a bright, dumb dawn (Hey) She down out on the lawn And the new day And turns to the clock
And down, the town All squared Don't it make you to cry all day? And gone, washed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Crushed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's where the end and the day begins
"Is this normal?" She asks As she through the crowd Through her And her morning perfume
It seems that life's not correct (Hey) the observation deck And she sits in her bus seat All the way
And down, the little All locked it make you want to cry all day? And gone, washed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) by the clouds (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's the land end and the day begins Ooh
Statues and The crest fallen (Hey) The and hours yea As ours gently
And down, the little (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All squared (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) it make you want to cry all day? And gone, by the wind (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) by the clouds (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's where the land end and the day
And down, the little (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All squared (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Don't it you want to cry all day? And gone, yea (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Yea, yea, yea (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) it make you, cry, cry, cry all day Ooh