There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks the sand And a language and forgot, in turn is studied once again a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen You can squint at it through snowy static to make out the
And just keep stretching the antennae, that it will come clear We need some reception, a higher message, just us what to fear Because I don't know what brings
It's with such possibilities All I is I feel better when I sing Burdens are lifted me That's my rising
So Michael, keep the tape rolling Boys keep strumming guitars 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 thank you friends for the we shared My stays with you like sunlight and air Oh, I wish I could keep hanging around here But my joy is covering me, soon, I will
Well, not a movie, no screening method acting, well, I call that living It is a fountain, all the doors are We got a with no solution But to love, love, and to be loved
So I've made with the falling leaves I see their fate in my own body I won't be frightened when I am awoken this dream And to that which 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 It's on and on and on going on and on and on
And on And on And on ...