What's to be is settled Changing lanes and sinking What you see is moving And you, know what to do Shut down everything you said Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises Slashing at the sky On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing I know nothing Shut down everything you said Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises Slashing at the sky On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing Through the jig-saw night Traveled at the speed of sound, the greyhound rises Everything you said Everything you said Falling, falling, why do all the streams and swollen rivers Seem to call me back to you? And I'm calling, calling, no matter how I scream, Nothing's coming through. So I shut down everything you said Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises Slashing at the sky On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing Through the jig-saw night Traveled at the speed of sound, the greyhound rises Everything you said Everything you said