Letras
Was it the moment the man struck together his palms
Moved to make echo the joyful noise of the band and it spread
Hands were wrung red, slapped into pink
Did we then toe the brink of capacity?
Right before entering the store seeking notch of complete
Buying CDs but not realising the elapsing of all of the albums
Would need me to live until 90 without sleep to possibly hear
All the sides before I would die – that's capacity sneaking up on me
Toeing the brink of capacity, capacity sneaking up on me
Toeing the brink of capacity sneak- sneaking up on me
He spent so long counting the ombudsman found
That anything that couldn't be counted couldn't be counted and thus
Thus didn't count and was therefore compelled to pronounce
On return our distended capacity
We were free to speak our minds to people we had never met
We put paid to pressing our dearest possessions to our chests
As we were lowered in earth to bequeath and receive
And live on in good words, platitudes and apologies
If death coincides with capacity all of this will make a fool of me
Pronounce our distended capacity, capacity making a fool of me
Pronounce our distended capacity make a foo- fool of me
Ears aching, flags all torn in the air, it seemed
We would soon all stop pedalling
Lean back and spin out the rest of the way
There on gravity's steam, destiny's slipstream
Just up ahead around the next bend in capacity
Was it when we all noticed the lack of a breeze in the trees
Buried underneath all of these concrete machines
And promptly affixed a fistful of bamboo
Over the door of our igloo – rattling together in natural parody
That must be us at capacity
Round the next bend in capacity, rattling natural parody
Round the next bend rattle bend- rattle bend- rattle bend in capacity