: Tomorrow is gonna make you cry It's gonna to make you kneel Before it breaks you from inside Still pressing on Arm over arm Still trying to get both
: Cherry picking through the stars and falling cannonballs waiting for the break of dawn to start its morning crawl polluted rays of filtered light tropical
: Here comes your drunken marionette Dragging his mess of threads There at the bar pulling smoke to his lungs He says who will ignore me when you're
: Quarter Moon, On a city growing thick With good advice that won't stick. From the ballrooms to the suburbs, abandoned mines Atlantis may be rising
: Feels like a ghost here in this room Not the kind that rides a saddle in a costume All around me, all around you In from the window for a drag of your
: I'm here by my window I am waiting for your parade I will salute you From above the crowd As you make your way You won the battle You've won the war
: Seems like the world's gone underground No gods or heroes Dare to go down Tear drops from a hole in heaven come Overhead like ravens Dropping down
: Fire on the porch on a summer's night All of my things are there inside Black smoke rise up, burn on burn higher I smell leaves and burning tires Dogs
: New heaven over a brand new sky New breed of wonder on the vine Among the living There is new promise in this night New arms to hold back the revolution
: Home Where you wanna be Beneath the summer sky on summer's eve Before too soon the day will come Before too long you'll walk in the sun Where the olive
: You?d have a wonderful day If you could see how lucky you are Now don?t get carried away with your heart You?re better where you are You?re not the
: Slow down, you're breaking up Use your words don't yell so much I don't understand a word that you're saying Move in, and come up close You look like
: Last night I dreamt one thousand lies I could see the dawn through a different set of eyes There in my slumber passing time Long live the world resting
: Now on your mark Get set, let's go You got to move now before she explodes Look out the window and out below Back away from the glass There she blows
: I need a bed that nobody's slept in. I need some air nobody's been breathin'. I need a thought that I can believe in. Is this fog or is the building
: There's three ways out of every box Fall out the bottom Or you crawl out the top There's three ways Out of every, every box But if you can't find
: Well that ain't a parachute That ain't a ripcord That ain't a body of water We're headed for There's so little time left So much to be done Even you
: Takes all my might To find a hole that feels right To bury myself In a deep sleep at night I hear a voice Coming from the hillside Says I'll show you