My life is a marathon our milk and honey days are gone The shortwaves have taken the long way home The four corners are neatly folded sound the bell The war is ver Walls are just sand and paper and sin When the earth's moving we're all travelling No one ever keeps all their belongings They have taken all precaution and with it all the safety lost In translation of protecting the family We are hiding underneath the bed We fear we'll catch our death If our neighbours have some secrets from us When the earth's moving we're all travelling No one ever keeps all their belongings The rising tide of traffic on the east side of town Is routine or frustrating or you're walking They all smoke inside their sweaters, drinking their mouths shut money Is a disaster if this is what you buy with it I take a deep breath I let freedom ring Everyone can keep all their belongings The evening so long I think I might go out On a night like this in late july
