How dare you say
"you have a good one"
when its obvious I don't
As plain as the nose on my face
examine small holes with searchlights
and open up the night
to the light
listen to the way the children play as the day slips away
and the light comes on
total exposure
Dreams can't wait
for tomorrow
they want the plastic everlasting
now or never
But listen to the way
the children play
as the day slips away
and the light comes on
total exposure
And the tide connects
where surfers ride
and the power plants the doomsday crop
But listen to the way the children play
as the day slips away
and the light comes on
total exposure