Fanfarlo Harold T. Wilkins Or How To Wait For A Very Long Time
You've been parking your bike for the tenth time;
You're up on the roof again.
So you're biding your time, but it's alright;
They'll be coming any week now.
All left behind by the mothership:
They're our only real friends.
But inside, inside, you'll always feel the same
Even if you wake up.
Even if you wake up...
In a tunnel, everyone will kick and scream,
And come to the same conclusion every time.
Time to realize you were never on the team,
That was always the question hanging over you.
In our hearts are balloons with a rusty nail.
Looking over your shoulder, and setting your sail.
Well your dreams will become part of the future,
And coincide with the past.
You spend all your time by the radio,
Waiting for the signal.
But inside, inside, you'll always feel the same,
Even when you wake up..
Even if you wake up
In a tunnel, everyone will kick and scream,
And come to the same conclusion every time.
Time to realize you were never on the team,
That was always the question hanging over you.
In our hearts are balloons with a rusty nail.
Looking over your shoulder, and setting your sail.
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say,
"We're drifting on into the your side."
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say,
"We're drifting on into the your side."
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say,
"We're drifting on into the your side."
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say we're...
They're trying to say,
"We'll turn your life on again."
Just sail this thing straight!
Just sail this thing straight!
Just sail this thing straight,
We'll turn your life on again!
Just sail this thing straight!
Just sail this thing straight!
Just sail this thing straight,
We'll turn your life on again!
Just sail this thing straight!
Just sail this thing straight!
Just sail this thing straight,
We'll turn your life on again!
