| I cast a lure into the river
|
| To see what I could get
|
| Cause when everythings delivered
|
| To the store, such a bore, not much love in it
|
| And in all the run, run, rush
|
| I bite my tongue and push but I don’t think that much
|
| And then the smoke pours out your ears
|
| A thousand years of history now we’re burning ourselves up
|
| Cause when you burn yourself alive
|
| It turns into smoke that you
|
| Hope will rise
|
| So you can see clear through your eyes
|
| I try to cut through all the chatter
|
| But now its on all the time
|
| Well if you’re climbing up the ladder
|
| How come you feel so low, low?
|
| And then the smoke pours out your ears
|
| A thousand years of history now we’re burning ourselves up
|
| Cause when you burn yourself alive
|
| It turns into smoke that you
|
| Hope will rise
|
| So you can see clear through your eyes
|
| Cause when you burn yourself alive
|
| It turns into smoke that you
|
| Hope will rise
|
| So you can see clear through your eyes |