The big hand reaches up and hangs from the nine The small hand’s asleep on the two, it lost track of the time And we’re going to stay here until
Something breaks or turns out fine It never is my intention to send us into a dive But it’s times like this I feel like I’m shaking a beehive Maybe what you want so much to hear Is not what I can contrive//
It starts with the thought I’m going to make this be right The message gets carried on a million nerves Straight to the mouth, with a clear order You’ve got to make this turn into words And if we’re all just a ball of electrical signals Hardwired for to pass them along When it gets to the moment that the words are needed Why do they all come out so wrong Why do they always come out so wrong//
You’re so quick to speak how can you be sure That what you’re saying is not coming out premature When I put my arms around you Do you not feel secure So can’t we sit around and laugh without drowning in consequence And you can know I’m yours without all the wild suspense We’ll get our answers without Forcing providence Cause what I say, always lets you down//
It starts with the thought I’m going to make this be right The message gets carried on a million nerves Straight to the mouth, with a clear order You’ve got to make this turn into words And if we’re all just a ball of electrical signals Hardwired for to pass them along When it gets to the moment that the words are needed Why do they all come out so wrong Why do they always come out so wrong//
Knock, knock, knock is anyone there Underneath that head of hair Don’t worry ‘bout what you can’t here It’s in my left hemisphere so Let me get my dictionary, build my vocabulary Find my encyclopedia, maybe try some visual media Fire up all my synapses, clear away those memory lapses Build up an argument so strong that it never collapses Step inside my frontal lobe, conduct your special probe Take a walk on my cortex, you’ll find I’m like a rolodex So why must it be so slow To let the words flow It’s hard to speak when I know That what I say, is going to let you down//
It starts with the thought I’m going to make this be right The message gets carried on a million nerves Straight to the mouth, with a clear order You’ve got to make this turn into words And if we’re all just a ball of electrical signals Hardwired for to pass them along When it gets to the moment that the words are needed Why do they all come out so wrong Why do they always come out so wrong//Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
