When I get to the bottom of it I see Seems like nothing I say Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no peace for the underfed All the unknown dying or dead Keep showing up in my dreams The stand at the end of my bed Have I ever really held anybody but myself? To believe in the power of songs To believe in the power of girls Though the point that we're making is gone Played strip down to my thong
I'll shut up and carry on A scream becomes a yawn
Our parents' daughters and sons Believed in the power of songs What if those days are gone? My memories are strong Anyone not dying is dead And baby, it won't be long
So shut up and carry on A scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on A scream becomes a yawn
Baby wherever you are Baby whatever you do Faster than you think The time staggers on
