Manchester

Well, I've heard...

I've heard we're spinning

I've heard we're drifting

A string expanding till it never comes back

I've heard I'm living in a colorless pool of dreams

Well, what's the point

There's so much I've heard

I've heard there's no points, no futures, no pasts

I heard no sounds in the bodies shifting under the grass

I want ya back.

oh, won't ya come back

Yeah well... it always comes back

I heard the sin pull apart

I've heard we're lost from the start

I've heard it's not what you want

I hear the beat of your heart

I hear the beat of your heart

I've heard it's what you feel on the inside

Yeah well, don't cry, don't cry, don't try, don't try, don't try

Breath out, breath out, breath it out

A citrus grows like the breeze

No matter what you tell me

Not the pines, where death lies, and love dies

I think I lost the joy I think I lost the joy

I think I lost the joy I think I lost the joy

Well face up, face up

Well face up, you got no meaning

Don't go sulk about it

And listen up

You're just another bud

Well Manch,

You lost your leaves

They got diseased

Like a blistered tree

But still you spread your wings

You made the songs, made the songs all the youths will sing

You make the slang, make the slang all the youths will speak

You're a lost generation

Face up

I think they're right

I think we're spinning

If this is living I see limits that keep spilling

blurring blacker than the night

It's not just another century

A stint in time

That's just not what I mean

I mean, I mean, I mean,

Soaking in the sun

Soaking in the mud

Soaking in the sun in the mud