Time is the sound of a torn page
Everything goes away
You may have a handle on your quiet rage
But everything goes away
Oh, I don’t know about you
But I think maybe that the human race is through
And, ooh, it’s terribly true
Everything goes away
Shaking hands are never fun
No, you’re not the only one
Shaking hands are never fun
Guide this ship into the sun
Point your compass back to silver town
Everything goes away
Find all your brothers in faint renown
Everything goes away
And I need you to know that you can’t take me seriously
If it’s gone, it’s all right that it’s gone
I know when you speak where I was, where I am, where I’m going to be
If I sink or snap you’ll make a new map
Dash out your visions in a runic scrawl
The kid ain’t got much to say
Reach over the wires at the top of the wall
And maybe you can run away
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