歌词
Seven hours on the hour cry
We are hurting for the sons of the one
Who makes us sing, to reveal themselves as spring
We just got out of jail today
And we all are here to say
All us speaking for the band
Our plain faith is in your hand
Through the fire in your favorite book
Never ever all alone
Monkey set the broken bone
How the great fellow's overthrown
Fallen heroes kingdom call
Call for queen's ball
Out on the limb
There is the children
Opposite of doormat
So tip your hat
And wait on that
And that is that
Out on the limb
There is the children
Opposite of doormat
So tip your hat
And wait on that
And that is that
The last kick in our teeth
Is the first of the blocks
Set to sound, hum along
And boy's beat, double minded
Me off of myself
Does the eyes of my heart
That's on the shelf
We have all been granddaughters of tall
Pitfalls and black holes and rot
But Thanksgiving knows herself
In three shakes of the last bell
Seven hours on the hour cry
Doesn't seem to be the key
Join into the family
Singing down a sable sea
They call me chief
They call me host
You call me son
So I have sung
We live it to the
Songsters in
Kingdom squeaky clean
Resting squeaky clean
Join into the ship
When your mother's wrong
You call me child
So I have child
Out on the limb
There is the children
Opposite of doormat
So tip your hat
And wait on that
And that is that
Out on the limb
There is the children
Opposite of doormat
So tip your hat
And wait on that
And that is that
The last kick in our teeth
Is the first of the blocks
Set to sound, hum along
And boy's beat, double minded
Me off of myself
Does the eyes of my heart
That's on the shelf
