woken by a whale song, by a siren blast
all those deep sea divers of Brooklyn, the phantom buses swimming past
when the morning is rolled out onto the set
I see two crows sharing a cigarette
while they're waiting for the catering truck parked outside of yesterday's news
for the starlet, for the stuntman, for some sign of a camera crew
then I swear I overhear somebody say
"well the sky in here looks so blue today
I could drop all my lines
I could throw my ropes into the water
I could change my mind now
today looks the same as tomorrow
if I could only kill the time that truly deserves to die
then so will I"
I see jet streams, trails of small-talk
phosphorescence on an ocean of air
and I move slowly along the bottom
past old folks in their folding chairs
then Yolanda asks if I got any change?
well that's exactly what he, what she said yesterday
and I gave her all I had in my pockets
just 'cause she's a real swell guy
and she never ever breaks character, crashes my scenes or steals my lines
and I swear if her pretty red toenails could speak they'd say
"there's no one else worth pretending to be
I could drop all my lines
I could throw my ropes into the water
oh I could change my mind
when today looks the same tomorrow
oh I could kill all of the time that truly deserves to die
oh if I could kill all of the time that truly deserves to die
oh when I've killed only the time that truly deserves to die
then so will I"
all those deep sea divers of Brooklyn, the phantom buses swimming past
when the morning is rolled out onto the set
I see two crows sharing a cigarette
while they're waiting for the catering truck parked outside of yesterday's news
for the starlet, for the stuntman, for some sign of a camera crew
then I swear I overhear somebody say
"well the sky in here looks so blue today
I could drop all my lines
I could throw my ropes into the water
I could change my mind now
today looks the same as tomorrow
if I could only kill the time that truly deserves to die
then so will I"
I see jet streams, trails of small-talk
phosphorescence on an ocean of air
and I move slowly along the bottom
past old folks in their folding chairs
then Yolanda asks if I got any change?
well that's exactly what he, what she said yesterday
and I gave her all I had in my pockets
just 'cause she's a real swell guy
and she never ever breaks character, crashes my scenes or steals my lines
and I swear if her pretty red toenails could speak they'd say
"there's no one else worth pretending to be
I could drop all my lines
I could throw my ropes into the water
oh I could change my mind
when today looks the same tomorrow
oh I could kill all of the time that truly deserves to die
oh if I could kill all of the time that truly deserves to die
oh when I've killed only the time that truly deserves to die
then so will I"