I work in the water
Down underneath the flowers
Now, do you count the hours down, too?
Life is not a dream to me
It’s a sour melody
If one and one don’t make two
The paper chase can lead me back
If I’m on the devil’s track
And shaking from the ice on the moon
I know there’s not water there
But I wound up working where bombs block out the afternoon
Yeah, every little bit hurts
I don’t want it to
I don’t want it to, but it does
The taste of it is in the air
It’s indiscreet, it’s everywhere
It only needs to know what to do
Photograph the masks we wear
I don’t even care ‘cause we’re gilding the buildings we grew
Spring brings everything, I find I want to sing
The phases of places we knew
Please give me galaxies, spare me ataxy
I don’t want to know what you’ve been through
Yeah, every little bit hurts
I don’t want it to
I don’t want it to, but it does
Oh, the damage you can do
When my neck’s exposed to you
The heat that you feel when your fiction is real cannot turn me ‘round
Oh, it’s gonna be so good
When you ask me if we could
Try it again, come on let’s all be friends like we never were
No, we never were
Pretty genes can make pretty green
If the vessel wears the right shoes
Surly jerks play their early works
But they don’t have a face they can use
It’s an exhibition of pitiless precision
Removing the blades of a fan
The spinning center’s a hapless dissenter
You can’t tell the time without my hands
Yeah, every little bit hurts
I don’t want it to
I don’t want it to, but it does