Beck "The Information" |
The information is laughing at us The ticker tape feeds the night Looking for a last transmission From a heaven that we left behind When the information comes we'll know what we're made from On a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you Say hello to a mannequin The ghost of an automaton The witching hour is summoning up Armies in a desert sun When the information comes we'll know what we're made from On a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you She's the sister of avarice The wife of the poisonous tide She's the eye in a battle of storms She sees where the atoms collide When the information comes we'll know what we're made from On a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |