All this talking, you'd think I'd have something to say But I'm just talking like a sirens getting louder and farther away From the energetic kids in the park Yes, that was me breaking glass and pretending to start Something big, some new taste
Did you wonder, as my voice went from station to station to state? Some loud thunder, sometimes there's no telling if we're ok There are buildings up for sale On the other side of town which are falling down for people To stand in their place, try to make something great
That's just a part of the story And it could be maybe something complete someday At the end of the quarry Yes that was me digging holes for the world to see And a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the teeth But there's always more unless I'm mistaken Tell me when do mouths close and people just gracefully retreat
New York calling at the bottom of the ocean city gritting it's teeth But there's no telling from the telepathic Mrs. crying on live TV Whoa the misanthropic topical arrangement That is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient That's me, am I late?
That's the start of my story And it may be one day something complete At the end of the quarry Oh I have dug a hole for all the world to see And a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the feet But there's always more unless I'm mistaken Tell me when do mouths close and people gracefully retreat? When they gracefully retreatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
