Stop the Tape Stop the Tape

When we wake in the morning we will take the bus and go down to the city from the house on top of this manmade mountain, this hollow hill From the mountain and down to the city where everything stands still Two little hands grabbing for two big ones

I am a shadow I am a longing, and I'm growing I am a silhouette I can feel it I'm nothing And I'm living life A sad wreck of a life Long to be happy And one day it'll change One day, one day, one day One day, one day It's always the same I thought th

Morning light on the ground You're lost hoping to be found A pretty storm in between A big plan and an iron will But, no you're never going anywhere with me Summer lies in the ground See their faces as they gather round Crying out in anger and shame