Falling from the top floor
your lungs fill like parachutes
the windows go rushing by
the people inside
they're dressed for the funereal in black and white
these ties strangle our necks
hanging in the closet
filed in the cubicle
(without a name just numbers)
on a resume
stored in the mainframe
marked for delete
please take these hands
throw them in the river
wash away the things i've never held
please take these hands
throw me in the river
but don't let me drown before the workday ends
"nine to five"
and we're up to our necks drowning in the seconds
ingesting the morning commute
lost in the dead subway sleep--
now we lie wide awake in our parents' beds
tossing and turning
tomorrow we'll get up and drive to work
in single file
with everyday just like the last:
waiting for the life to start
it's always just ahead of the curve...
please take these hands
throw them in the river
wash away the things i've never held
please take these hands
throw me in the river
but don't let me drown before the workday ends
just keep making copies of copies of copies
when will it end?
it will never end until it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silhouette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight
will offset who we are
all those breaths that you took
have now been cancelled in your lungs
last night my teeth fell out like ivory type writer keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea
save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free
water is flooding the desks
the memo's sent through the current
computer's spark like flares
i can see them but they don't touch me
touch me, please someone
teach me how to swim
please don't let me drown
please don't let me drown