Song Description
Time is the last boundary that we just can't wait to fuck with.
| Song Length |
5:36 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
City, Universe |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The sun looks through the windows of a small town
And it breaks apart the steeples of a small church
Allowing the people, who are busy, to know just where the sky is.
And the minds of the people who are turned away
Notice direction and not the source.
They look through their periodicals so they can find out who to blame.
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CHORUS
Knowledge is sacred, and history is worth it, and people are lonely.
But you already know this.
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And the passage of time has its way with them
And they don?t mind and they don?t care.
They?re tricked into thinking they are keeping time when they?re really keeping score.
Then someone realizes that time didn?t touch him
And he cries out all on his own.
Then the many residents turn around to find out there is nothing there.
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The cries that are logged into the Daily Book
Are given to many eyes.
And a smile finds a way to a policeman?s face for there are less than yesterday.
And a briefcase closes, it?s five o?clock
And the street is a surrogate home.
Books open, ears listen, someone takes your hand and you never want it back.
CHORUS