There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied again a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen You can squint at it through snowy static to out the meaning
And just keep stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come We need some reception, a higher message, just us what to fear Because I know what tomorrow brings
alive with such possibilities All I know is I feel better I sing are lifted from me That's my rising
So Michael, keep the tape rolling Boys keep those guitars We need a record of our failures, we document our love sat too long in my silence, I've grown too old in my pain To shed this skin, be again, it starts with an ending
So you friends 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 private This method acting, well, I that living It is a fountain, all the doors are We got a problem with no But to love, love, love and to be
So I've made peace the falling leaves I see their same fate in my own I won't be frightened I am awoken from this dream And returned to that which birth to me
And the story goes, and the goes 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 ...