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 s