Seems like the world's gone underground No gods or heroes dare to go down Tear drops from a hole in heaven come Overhead like ravens dropping down like
New heaven over a brand new sky New breed of wonder on the vine Among the living There is new promise in this night There's new arms to hold back the
's only got four corners Back to your trenches, back to California Days keep coming and the years overlap Been crawling all over each other like wet cats I hear the rebels
Cherry picking through the stars And falling cannonballs Waiting for the break of dawn To start its morning crawl Polluted rays of filtered light Tropical
Fire on the porch on a summer's night All of my things are there inside Black smoke rise up, now burn on, burn higher I smell leaves and burning tires
Tomorrow is gonna make you cry It's gonna to make you kneel Before it breaks you from inside Still pressing on, arm over arm Still trying to get both
You'd have a wonderful day If you could see how lucky you are Now don't get carried away with your heart You're better where you are You're not the only
Here comes your drunken marionette Dragging his mess of threads There at the bar pulling smoke to his lungs And he says who will ignore me when you're
I'm here by my window I am waiting for your parade And I will salute you from above the crowd As you make your way You won the battle, baby, you've won
Permission now to let this thing land I'm too far gone to know where I am Conditions are worse than we planned Permission now to let this thing land
The last night I dreamt one thousand lies I could see the dawn through a different set of eyes There in my slumber passing time Long live the world resting
Quarter moon on a city growing thick With good advice that won't stick From the ballrooms to the suburbs and the abandoned mines Atlantis may be rising
: Tomorrow is gonna make you cry It's gonna to make you kneel Before it breaks you from inside Still pressing on Arm over arm Still trying to get both
: Cherry picking through the stars and falling cannonballs waiting for the break of dawn to start its morning crawl polluted rays of filtered light tropical
: Here comes your drunken marionette Dragging his mess of threads There at the bar pulling smoke to his lungs He says who will ignore me when you're
: Quarter Moon, On a city growing thick With good advice that won't stick. From the ballrooms to the suburbs, abandoned mines Atlantis may be rising
s only got four corners Back to your trenches, back to California The days keep coming and the years overlap Been crawling all over each other like wet cats I hear the rebels
: I'm here by my window I am waiting for your parade I will salute you From above the crowd As you make your way You won the battle You've won the war