| |
The walk back home begins when | |
you're far away off course | |
It doesn't seem to matter where you've been | |
when you've got remorse | |
But every move you make and | |
especially all you've faked | |
It's all burnt by the sun onto your back | |
You touch softly yet entangled in contract | |
And you say you're almost human | |
But that's too easy That's too easy to say | |
A bird is free, they say, and | |
the world's just one more cage | |
The sage just smiles and stares all the time at | |
the monster's rage | |
It's carbon, pure and simple | |
and droplets that make ripples | |
A long and dark December | |
But hold onto your head Temper, temper | |
And you say you're almost human | |
But that's too easy That's too easy to say |
The walk back home begins when | |
you' re far away off course | |
It doesn' t seem to matter where you' ve been | |
when you' ve got remorse | |
But every move you make and | |
especially all you' ve faked | |
It' s all burnt by the sun onto your back | |
You touch softly yet entangled in contract | |
And you say you' re almost human | |
But that' s too easy That' s too easy to say | |
A bird is free, they say, and | |
the world' s just one more cage | |
The sage just smiles and stares all the time at | |
the monster' s rage | |
It' s carbon, pure and simple | |
and droplets that make ripples | |
A long and dark December | |
But hold onto your head Temper, temper | |
And you say you' re almost human | |
But that' s too easy That' s too easy to say |
The walk back home begins when | |
you' re far away off course | |
It doesn' t seem to matter where you' ve been | |
when you' ve got remorse | |
But every move you make and | |
especially all you' ve faked | |
It' s all burnt by the sun onto your back | |
You touch softly yet entangled in contract | |
And you say you' re almost human | |
But that' s too easy That' s too easy to say | |
A bird is free, they say, and | |
the world' s just one more cage | |
The sage just smiles and stares all the time at | |
the monster' s rage | |
It' s carbon, pure and simple | |
and droplets that make ripples | |
A long and dark December | |
But hold onto your head Temper, temper | |
And you say you' re almost human | |
But that' s too easy That' s too easy to say |