It starts as a small voice, a quiet whisper
at a pitch just outside your conscious thought
then it's slowly building steam
The drums get louder and coal is shoveled faster
the idea begins to pick up speed
and its voice gains a bit of volume
You hear it and dismiss it,
not even a fleeting pulse
Selective hearing in the emotional spectrum
Keep stepping forward it will fade
We don't talk about it
It's just our way
But that little demon has some great ambition
to pull you off your cloud.
You've told your every love goodbye
So you reach for the Sun
and fall from the sky
Cause you never had wings
that could reach that high
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 10:34 PM UTC
It starts as a small voice, a quiet whisper
at a pitch just outside your conscious thought
then it's slowly building steam
The drums get louder and coal is shoveled faster
the idea begins to pick up speed
and its voice gains a bit of volume
You hear it and dismiss it,
not even a fleeting pulse
Selective hearing in the emotional spectrum
Keep stepping forward it will fade
We don't talk about it
It's just our way
But that little demon has some great ambition
to pull you off your cloud.
You've told your every love goodbye
So you reach for the Sun
and fall from the sky
Cause you never had wings
that could reach that high
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