Rocker Soup

The future is calling, we're running out of time

The leaves have all fallen and the ground is getting dry

The courtyard is closing, the seams all start to crack

Let's turn another page now, 'cause we might not make it back

Yeah

There's something in the kitchen, what's making all that noise?

But if we let it out now, then the frays might be destroyed

The curtain is falling, so we'll watch the paint dry

Tonight it feels so lonely, keeps you guessing all the time

Yeah