Stills

歌詞

In the end there was nothing to speak of, Gravity was crushing both heart and mind, Tales of the future just couldn't last Silver suits flashing their metal cast, It's all so casperian, friendly but evil, Everybody's frightened, they just don't understand The meaning of all these shaking hands Innuendo, power of your mind. Still people can be caused to stir But not b y themselves, No, not by themselves - Stills! Printing black on white Stills! Freezing formless minds Stills! Spending time in voids Stills! Not making any noise. The days are passing, the nights they're all gone Life is everlasting dear John, Next stop paradise, on station number nine Smoking their cigarettes, and drinking their wine They all sleep so peaceful in their suburban ties They all work during the day using telephone lines And the population is on the increase in its very own way. Mum, dad and the children they go driving I know you've seen them every Sunday morning there They do the same tour they have done for nearly two thousand years The lide to my life is off - There's sanskrit, prose, italic and print The words appeared upon the wall A message laid both bold and yet so small.