The Sky Is Falling - Ed Motta

Nothing left to do

Only lies are true

They laughing at me

Burning money cold

To keep us warmer

(Caught up in his throat)

Caught up in his throat

A quote to change it all

Gotta leave the bar

Shouting louder

Reason and the sun

Waiting till it’s done

Oh, no

Don’t, don’t do

Take the morning road

To the nearest point

And hold on

Two of you won’t be

Won’t be enough

The sky is falling

To the nearest one

Now that they can’t see

No beauty

Beautifully quiet

They think it’s gone

Think beauty has gone

All gone

Costermonger cares

Need a crossroads train

Don’t matter where to try

To sell my soul

Although it’s lazy

(Space there on my back)

Space there on my back

Monkeys on it’s way

Wooden horse of Troy

Is in the car park

Reason and the sun

Waiting till it’s done