In a room In a tomb, with a broom Tried to sweep away The clouds and the gloom Daylight savings, and pencil shavings
Scrawl on the wall, predictions of the fall
But I don´t mind (x2) No I don´t mind (x2)
You´ve got your mother´s hands And your father´s heart Making plans where you stand And when you´ll start Slow motion Next to the ocean Making rounds, breaking down Without a sound