Used to dream of time machines Now it's been said we're post-everything As a child, imagining Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show, man, what a
Sevens Sings like the Queen of Sheba Voice through a Blonde Speaker One dropping bubble and Leslie Calling me home like Haile Selassie Pilgrim beside the fire It's
re going counterclockwise. There's supposed to be eight other universes going counterclockwise, and that's called Superuniverse, you know? And love's always been the message. It's
of the radar How'd it get so dark in the day? It's just so bizarre Is it true what we're made of? Why do I hide from the rain? Inside's so cloudy, nostalgia
sky See now, a star's born Looks just like a blood orange Don't it just make you want to cry Precious friend of mine? Well, I know when it's finally
load Here it come, that heavy love You're never going to move it alone No, I don't want to play It's a shell game, it's a shell game Distorted sounds
Eva Braun went to dye her hair Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair And dreamed of nowhere And dreamed of nowhere And dreamed The people's key Ringing
s when I heard someone shout "In with new, out with the old!" A dusty box of letters A rusty suit of armor A casket made of 14 carat gold That's the
Eva Braun went to dye her hair Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair And dreamed of nowhere And dreamed of nowhere and dreamed People's key ringing
Used to dream of time machines Now it's been said we're post everything As a child, imagining Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show, man, what a
you, you keep starting over Keep starting over Keep starting over You keep starting over Keep starting over You keep starting over Hold on tight, beginner's mind The current's
through the caterwaul The classicists, the posturing avant-guard I bought a green macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll probably outlive me, he's a bright
sevens Seems like the queen of Sheba Voice through a blown speaker One dropping bubble and Leslie Calling me home like Haile Selassie Pilgrim beside the fire It's
at heart, heart So I go, umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar How'd it get so dark in the day? It's just so bizarre if it's true what
sky See now, a star's born, looks just like a blood orange Don't it just make you wanna cry? Precious friend of mine Well, I know when it's finally
You and me, you and me that is an awful lie It's I and I, it's I and I, it's I and I, it's I and I
my little human prism How sad it is to know I'm in control Oh, that's the problem An empty sky I fill it up with everything That's missing from my life
load, oh Here it come, that heavy love You're never gonna move it alone No, I don't wanna play It's a shell game, it's a shell game Distorted sounds
