The Sky Is Falling – Ed Motta – letras

Nothing left to doOnly lies are trueThey laughing at meBurning money coldTo keep us warmer(Caught up in his throat)Caught up in his throatA quote to change it allGotta leave the barShouting louderReason and the sunWaiting till it’s doneOh, noDon’t, don’t doTake the morning roadTo the nearest pointAnd hold onTwo of you won’t beWon’t be enoughThe sky is fallingTo the nearest oneNow that they can’t seeNo beautyBeautifully quietThey think it’s goneThink beauty has goneAll goneCostermonger caresNeed a crossroads trainDon’t matter where to tryTo sell my soulAlthough it’s lazy(Space there on my back)Space there on my backMonkeys on it’s wayWooden horse of TroyIs in the car parkReason and the sunWaiting till it’s done