Stared into the mirror less today,
bored with the reasons why,
The young all eat the old so sing to me
a Christian Van Wolfe lullaby.
Psalms in alabaster back the bleak
trumpet of the rank and file.
The more I know of clockwork the less i care
as time ticks by and
The wind cries on
and we step in time
to the pretty songs
we don't know a line
and the world spins round
and the roots hold our
buried idols under the ground
and it just a song
this is just a song
Blind and over-cultured by belief
and now i'm just hangin' high
evolving to a new man can take it's toll
on those like me but nevermind
the notice of placebo fake effect
just stand up and testify
cause reasons are just chances we explained
or we've excused
while the wind cries on
and we step in time
to the pretty songs
we don't know a line
and the world spins round
and the roots hold our
buried idols under the ground
and it just a song
this is just a song