Late New Year's Eve, paper hat on your head,
it was hard to believe that you'll ever be dead.
But that dream where you're falling you've had since you're five
is a bird on your shoulder that whispers goodbye.
What is moving will be still. What is gathered will disperse.
What has been built up will collapse. All your dreams are fulfilled.
Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass.
And I loved him better each time that he crashed.
Liza Minnelli spent a month in a bed.
She was certain that Skylab would fall on her head.
What is moving will be still. What is gathered will disperse.
What's been built up will collapse. All your dreams are fulfilled.
(whistles)
Last night I dreamed that I dug my own grave
and I climbed down inside to patiently wait.
Down in the ground while I breathed the cold air
blackbirds came down there to nest in my hair.
What's moving will be still. What is gathered will disperse.
What has been built up will collapse. All your dreams, all of your dreams, are fulfilled, are fulfilled, are fulfilled, are fulfilled.
by the Handsome Family http://www.handsomefamily.com/Nlyrics.html
Posted by Stubbornson at March 28, 2007 05:22 PM