the ocean is only about an hour awaynand when the ceilings fixed can i come overnand light fires and paint colored waternthis something that we found madensomething funnynmade something feel like i've fall again butndon't stand a chancenmy hands are too thin to split the differenceni thought we promisednthat we would never waste a minuteni haven't felt this skinny in yearsnit's time to tell lies it's time to fix thingsnbecause my money's all been spent on younmy hands are too thinnto break all of your armsnthe city's been paintednthe artist has been caughtna new problem on the east sidenour courage was on the east sidenand i haven't felt this skinny in yearsnit seems as if we've been acting out of placena little out of placenthe devils on the inside lookin for the answernwell where's the answernwhisper for a second to make something noticednwhen the clocks roll roundnand the tide rolls downnthe signal never answerednanswered for the hour when the job's donenand your showing line were showing line were showing all our age