I've heard time is like a record
Well, i've got lots of records
Time cuts a path in every record
A groove for every life
Our songs are given to the ether
But the needle can go astray
Where it ends up is not a place
It lands on some other life
And God hears it slipping
The record of our lives
It's happening all the time
Keeps skipping until we die
The metal that we were made of
The plastic eyeball sockets
They rot in the bottom
And they are forgotten
(forever)
And there's nothing after
No more needle asking why
No more thoughts of dying
No spying hidden eyes
And God hears it slipping
The record of our lives
It's happening all the time
Keeps skipping until we die