Lyrics
Down at the park was where I saw you.
In flowers, in blankets over brick homes.
Running your name through the reeds, I ask you:
Was it somebody you saw in the street?
Dead in the park was how I found you,
Among brick names were flower beds.
Running your name through the reeds, I ask you:
Was it someone that you met in the street?
(Let's realize our motion here:
The time is now.
The windows glow blue).
And if a leg was broken —
You’d somehow blame the pavement.
Pushing forth the waiting list.
There’s no more room for blackmail.
I tried to stand up (I lost my balance).
I tried to stand up (I lost my balance and fell).
Fifteen times (Fifteen times).
They blasted holes through the clouds.