All this talking You'd think I'd have something to say But I'm just talking Like a siren getting louder and farther away From the energetic kids in the park Yes that was me breaking glass and pretending to start Something big Some new taste Did you wander As my voice went from station to station to state? Some loud thunder Sometimes there's no telling if we're ok There are buildings up for sale On the other side of town which are falling down for people To stand in their place; to try to make something great That's just a part of the story And it could be maybe something complete someday At the end of the quarry Yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the teeth But there's always more unless I'm mistaken Tell me when tdo mouths close And people gracefully retreat New York calling At the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth But there's no tellnig From the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient That's me Am I late? That's the state of my story And it may be one day something complete At the end of the party I have dug a hole for all the world to see A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the feet But there's always more unless I'm mistaken Tell me when do mouths close And people gracefully retreat?
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