歌词
they clatter down the west slope
pop like soap bubbles
pass unforgiving and hard
send no postcards
they eat away the bridges
and the noses of the statues
i can't stand the weight of the days no more
they spill beer on the yearbooks
the faces turn unknown
they kick down all the road signs
till you can't find back home
they stain your teeth with nicotine
or break a few on a drinking spree
you're a fighter but the weight of the days
is too much
they're staring like a row of crows
laughing on the antenna pole
i can't stand the weight of the days no more
oh you, you look so young
your time is yet to come
your name is like a song
your time is yet to come
it's you that i've been waiting for
it's you that i've been aching for
i can't stand the weight of the days
they come here riding
i'm hiding under my bed
a sixteen-wheeler is driving over my head
the pressure's rising
i'm hiding under my bed
the room is shrinking
i'm getting out of my head
the walls get closer inch by inch
reaching my skin
my bones are made of plaster
they're really too thin
to bear the ceiling but it won't hear what i say
i curse the ceiling but it won't hear what i say
