It's ten thousand leagues until we reach waterfront The captain concedes we're not lost for now With aerial spins in nautical wilderness Ocean-fed surplus
Am I the manager or am I not? She's out waiting across the lot If you could inform us now, it'd mean a hell of a lot To be predictable, it's where you
I'm helping you see, and you won't even look at me There's too much downtime. You've stolen your thoughts. You fine tune your expertise There's too
you are correct, we are wrecked and to give into effect, this is the season for a response see, it's your place and your part slipping slowly off the
Are you ready for the letdown? Can you conjure up the letdown? Behind your eyes it's hard to tell what you've been self-creating Hell Are you ready
sun's up, the stars are sleeping and the morning's come i'll see all that's creeping til our work is done and the more i learn about this world ooh
we're calling thermatico, 'cause he may have options within the sequence to which we abide under the railway he left colossal papers & medicines to keep
when you move, your eyes they twitch like mine in such crooked time so it goes, my friend and when you call, your voice it shakes like mine your hands
The keep will keep in his sleep, he knows the attachments necessary. And the ref will ref until he's deaf to hold his crowd as sanctuary. And in his
Fetch the chaperone to guide through this place In the stadium, upon the lookout As far as we can tell, the massacre went well As far as we can tell,
if we found the time if we found the merriment if we found the words we'd scratch them in new cement but those days are gone and we've got only pictures
understand our kind You're saying anything that you can find Crowds are on the way and the static's still the same and we will find The matter's all the same so the Centro-matic
it's a number four gain on this viking terrain surprise, a needed relief for a thirty-year pain came with all allegiance high to the monument sails
You always take what you see and then eventually you never speak about the twenty-two, twenty-three, the pleasant delicacy until it's fought through.
You're stalling rhythm, stopping at the open fade Pulling out the portamento, the singer's led astray You're calling up the song committee, but your number
Take pride in ripping off the ones you love We've tried to tear it off with our kid gloves Capture, we're capturing the aimless boy 'Cause he knows
And it's part of this accident, it's all too plain to hide And to simper at the consequences, sever at the sides Archilochian the incidents, and twenty
There's trouble in the way you stake this out It's evil by design that has us falling, stalling through If I could find a way to betray you and them Watching
