We
were just kids
With visions and hearts that coincide
Climb
aboard our ship
We're going
whether or not that you like
Whether or not that you like
We sailed
across the sea Aimlessly,
no direction, no timeline
The shore we'd come to find
That seemed before we ever spoke or shared a word
Now only
your true thoughts, they can't be heard
It's beautiful for once
And oh,
far off,
roads paved and low
They will only
let you down
What's the fun?
You can't share what you've found
The only thing that's real is the
building the second it's brought down
No one will comfort me
Will know me,
or what's going on inside
A vacant hole
will remain that way for life
To remind me when both of you once lied
Never more from this
More than anything
I've read in my whole life
But you both laughed at that lie
Amidst the fear of it
You touched your kiss when you set me on my mind
A moment
forever sealed in time
A secret as much yours as it's mine
A logic we'd surely lift if I I would hold you till I die
They say the working class is dead We're all consumers now
They say that we have moved ahead We're all just people now
There's people doing frightfully well There's others on the shelf,
shelf,
shelf
But never mind the second kind Is this the age of subs,
subs,
subs,
subs?
Well it seems to me if we forget our roots and where we stand
The movement will disintegrate like castles built on sand
They say we need new images to help our movement grow
They say that life is broader based as if we didn't know
There's people doing frightfully well There's others on the shelf,
shelf,
shelf
But never mind the second kind Is this the age of subs,
subs,
subs,
subs?
Well it seems to me if we forget our roots and where we stand
The movement will disintegrate like castles built on sand
Like castles built on sand
You're drawing letters on your skin
To take you up
and bring you down again
And it's alright
You're drawing letters on this
There's a party we should go to but we're giving it a miss
And it's alright
Let's call it a day if not now, when?
What do you do when you hate all your friends?
I'm wearing Wim
Butler's hair
There's a scalpeless singer of a Montreal
rock band somewhere And he's alright
They're drawing letters on him To take them up
and bring them down again
And
it's alright
Let's call it a day if not now,
when?
What do you do when you hate all your friends?
Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'd like to take time out,
show you how I feel now
So I'll turn around
Even just for a short while
We can just hang out
I came out of the blue
I came out of the blue
I'm here to stay...
with him
thinking about you
it's all about you
I love to play my role
yeah if you like it we can go out for a night to take time out
show you how to feel now
so why not do it even just for a short while we can just hang out
you came out of the blue
thinking about more than just a friend more than just a friend
more than just a friend more than just a friend
more than just a friend more than just a friend
more than just a friend more than just a friend
more than just a friend
more than just a friend
I'm thinking about you
and the things you do
I'm thinking about you
it's all that I do
it's thinking about you
you came out of the blue
know the way she moves
always on the run
into love
into her eye
won't make a fool of anyone she talks
through me says something I can't hear
it but I won't forget the way she flies
to the void
and see a friendly face
and find me in a moment of grace
she talks
softly through me says something I can't hear
it but
I won't forget
the way she flies
talk
softly
walk slowly take nothing I
can't hear it
but I
won't forget the way she flies
you looked at me
as you spoke the words of a red rose
the silence that followed the cradle I swallowed
we could embrace it naturally
and then you opened the gate it led to a path
which bloomed as we watched into five feet grass
so naive I chased you blinded by petty
fantasy the power of you had drifted into me
desire is posed
as possibilities in my foolish head
and under your spell I drew the blinds over
the red
eyes so white only white
perhaps I diverted my sight to the drained light oh I chased
you blinded by petty fantasy the power of you it drifted into me
and then the light
begun
to flicker
to flicker
and
under it
I begun
to
wither
and then the light begun
to flicker
and under it I begun to wither
I went down to see what the pond had collected
a valley of gardens
muted the sound of the hills
and the rain had ended I can smell the leaving of winter