Primary Tones
Cat's Cradle
There are days I can imagineSitting in between the words ofConversation between hereticsAnd anarchists and god.Just as there are days I might be foundPerching up on telephone poles --Hooked up, linking togetherSuch a lonely worldThese little spools of tangled threadsThose strings that tie us all togetherSomeday, they will have to come undoneAnd fear is the reaction I'm looking forWhen you ask me, "what's in store for me?My home? And my town?" And I tell you,"Everything's got to burn to the groundThen freeze back over someday."So, Hector, your brother betrayed youAnd now your neck has been speared throughBut don't you dare ask for mercy or pityBecause I, myself, am surrounded by swordsAnd if you can bring death on your own accordThen certainly, I can, too, incite such fatalismLetras de cancionesAnd joy is the emotion I'm searching forWhen you ask me, "What am I doing here?"Because my answer is "To sit and watch,And not much more."Save our souls, save our soulsWe are pleading in Morse codeSo, what is the emotion you're digging for?Does it have a name you can call it by?Or is it stuck between the words in that dialog?Is it stuck between the people and their god?
From Letras Mania