And then so clear to wonder To wake with open eyes As the snow across the tundra And the rain across the skies And the rain across the skies So much
Caught between The Earth and the sky What too long And what too high Fallen free and holding on Nothing there at all Dropped and lifted Gotta breathe
Going unconscious Trembling With eyes open I see you Surrender Surrender
It's a long way down We're leaning over the side Far beyond now The days go dark in turn We're a long way out We're turning in uneven sun Long after
This chord This water This son This daughter This day This time This land It's all mine This Calling Bell This Forge Bell This Dark Bell This The Knife
My body So thin So tired Beaten for years Ploughshare to bomb So hard Bonebomb Bonebomb Bonebomb My town So dusty So dry Buildings pushed over Lives
When all the worlds are lost in snow I have to move this meaning through; Disperse the force so far engendered All near the steam and summer view And
Oh cheeky, cheeky Oh naughty sneaky You're so perceptive And I wonder how you knew But these finks don't walk too well A bad sense of direction And so
He wasn't responsible for the act, I've been warned I believe it wrong not to warn the people And the machine, he come upon them and strike I understand
We are the 801, we are the central shaft And we are here to let you Take advantage of our lack of craft Certain streets have certain corners Sooner or
Cindy tells me, the rich girls are leaving Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone And now they're so confused By their new freedoms And she
Oh, it's just another day It's just another day on earth Oh, it's just another day Just another day It's just another day on earth Oh, it's just another
Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish To the future or the past Is no longer here With his sad blue eyes Here he comes He floated away And as he
Blank Frank is the messenger of your doom and your construction Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing And he is the one who will look at you
Passing over All the dark blades All the dark blades Of the forewords In the forewords Just a low sound Such a low sound Passing over Drawing
Thinking of a world and the light of the sun And all the many lives that were ever begun, Ever begun. Our little world turning in the blue As each day
Great lines of numbers All bright and shiny All through the ether Some huge, some tiny All through the ether From France to China Unite the people All
America is waiting for a message Of some sort or another Takin' it again, again, again, takin' it again Well now, no, no, now, we ought to be mad At