| A baby bird with brand new wings
|
| A little girl on a playground swing
|
| The elderly lose their teeth
|
| And little old me, I lost my key
|
| So I stay inside to watch TV
|
| Where the anchor lies about the middle-east
|
| Where the prophets cry for old Paris
|
| Because the romance died, but it didn’t in me
|
| Everything is happening
|
| Everything is happening at the same time
|
| But if you listen close enough you might find
|
| Listen close enough and you’ll hear the world cry
|
| A black star falls into the sea
|
| To make room for the next prodigy
|
| Cause there’s a genius born in a basement suite
|
| With digital toys and a symphony
|
| Oh what about me, yeah what about me
|
| What about me and my rock and roll dreams
|
| What about them in the factories
|
| Who never sleep, who never dream
|
| Everything is happening
|
| Everything is happening at the same time
|
| But if you listen close enough you might find
|
| Listen close enough and you’ll hear the world cry
|
| And the Americas are hooked on drugs
|
| And the government is run by thugs
|
| If there’s a God above it’s not enough
|
| But I don’t care cause I’m in love
|
| Everything is happening
|
| Everything is happening at the same time
|
| But if you listen close enough you might find
|
| Listen close enough and you’ll hear the world cry
|
| And everyone is speaking up
|
| Everyone’s just spilling guts at the same time
|
| But if we listen up enough and shut our mouths
|
| Listen up enough we might hear the world sigh |