| I’m ripping your posters off the wall
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| I’m moving the boxes into the hall
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| I stop when I hear a drumbeat call
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| Must be a sign, it is time
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| I need to take myself away
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| From the pillowed hand on which I stand
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| And throw me out of the side of a plane
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| And I’ll just see where I land
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| I will have to pull my heart away
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| Cause if I never leave I’ll ruin yesterday
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| It’s not like my feet are stuck to the floor
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| It’s not like I’m wanting to know about the door
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| I want you to throw my shoes in the fire
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| And I’ll watch the souls burn on the funeral pyre
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| And I’m over and it will change my position
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| And I’ll know that nobody, nobody’s listening
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| And that’s easy for me and it’s better for the soul
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| And it’s better for you and it’s better for all
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| I’m over with words, I’m moving in lines
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| And all that I put is jump up inside, jump off the side
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| I will have to pull my heart away |