الأغاني:
Portugal The Man Waiter

Under blankets these hills cover neatly We?ll take steps to make sure our failures are hidden But it?s hard when our voices echo over ripples? That

scars passing boats and ships and oars Tend to leave with all the sounds of the ocean." I am but a man But a proud, proud man Silver bells that

Conductor stood up and took role call He sent love and happiness into the next car "Are you in today?" The bags are in and we plan no stops? Just

Where have all the people gone Whose lives are no longer of use to them But this system bites habit forming But this single file is so contagious

Basking briefly in this overeating indulgence of insides But I fear he?s lower than before Though he's stronger than he looks He?s made of feathers

The pig's spitting taxes and unwanted tasks We say, "send me to the battle please sir!" Chicago is dancing in xylophone laughter We say burn the

I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside As he shivered out thoughts They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe

s son Now he's running through the jungle "yes sir!" Fingers cold and fire When you get so tired and we're so tired Lazing back in this desert Waitin