Number six Mason's yard
I stood outside and watched a million years go by
Dream love come into me easy
Washed out and breezy, the rivers that turn
Beneath the sky lines swallowed up by towers
Too many hours spent eating the world
Oh what a country brought me to a clearing
Direct upon hearing the beautiful song
Of progress sweeping like a shimmer
Develop and simmer, the fever is gone
Cause there's a hole in the pocket where the money ran out
At the time it was better I believe you
But it was grace under fire, there's no reason to doubt
You had a blast, oh didn't you?
Hard rain boils underneath me
I want you to teach me whatever you learned
Of all the secrets, harboring desire
Professional fire which passively burned
Oh what a waste of beauty and retention
We don't ever mention the grit and the grime
But I still trust you, I will always love you
Don't let the papers unravel your mind
Cause there's a hole in the pocket where the money ran out
At the time it was better I believe you
But it was grace under fire, there's no reason to doubt
You had a blast, didn't you?
And tell me what was it like and how did it feel
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel
Robert took the rap and spent 10 months in jail
We had to lie, to lie
Sometimes I feel like all my heroes are dying around me
And all my answers are the questions and dreams
I have to shake myself to the forces that hold me
I have to dream waking
But maybe when I breathe my last I'll be steadied by reason
To throw my nerves at the wall of the earth
Oh don't you leave me here, no direction and vision
We have to tread slowly
And I will throw caution bravely to the wind
I'll cut myself free from burning stretched within
I have no self greater than nothing I am
And we drift, we drift like sound
And beauty breaks our ears again
We drift, we drift like sound waves
We drift like sound waves
Take a long walk cobble stone and city
Did you used to run here, did you used to shout
I had a long day trying to remember
Breathing in silence and breathing it out