Burnside Project Our Surprise Decision
Hands clap and heads turn at the lame prediction. Of
heads snap, unlearned and free of restriction. When time
slips, a vice grip and a pale distinction. The mishap,
the wire tap and stark repetition. Now you know what
everybody knows. Find a clock collecting time, pace
yourself and leave it all behind. Hand’s pray, child’s
play with the same conviction. Heads sway on Sunday, an
act of contrition. Time slips, delayed trip to our
destination. From decoys to convoys and final
restitution. Now you know what everybody knows. Find a
clock collecting time, pace yourself and leave it all
behind. Now you know what everybody knows. Wake up, shake
up – leave it all behind. Heads snapped, we unwrapped our
surprise decision. Now you know what everybody knows.
Find a clock collecting time, pace yourself and leave it
all behind. Now you know what everybody knows. Wake up,
shake up – leave it all behind.
