Down at the park was where I saw you
In flowers, in blankets over brick homes
Running your name through the reeds, I ask you:
Was it somebody you saw in the street?
Dead in the park was how I found you
Among brick names were flower beds
Running your name through the reeds, I ask you:
Was it someone that you met in the street?
(Let's realize our motion here:
The time is now
The windows glow blue)
And if a leg was broken -
You'd somehow blame the pavement
Pushing forth the waiting list
There's no more room for blackmail
I tried to stand up (I lost my balance)
I tried to stand up (I lost my balance and fell)
Fifteen times (Fifteen times)
They blasted holes through the clouds