Lyrics
here is the water, the one that rushes, from our hearts into the sea, endlessly hoping to be, here is the water, the one that rushes from our, minds into the street, endlessly hoping to meet, they said we could walk on water, they said we should knock on wood, we did none of these things and they said we could sing, so we sang about falling in love, they said that we were getting smarter, they said that we were something new, we were none of these things and they said we could sing, so we sang about twenty and two, we done all the wrong things, and all we done good, they said we were the new beginning, they said we were a brand new start, we were none of these thing and they said we could sing, so we sang about the state of the art, they said we were the second coming, they said we were a different breed, we were none of these things and they said we could sing, so we sang about the birds and the bees, bunch of do nothing that were down on your knees, can you walk on water, but can you walk on - w a t e r, can you walk on - w a t e r, oh can you walk on water, they said we could walk on water, they said we should knock on wood, we did none of these things and they said we could sing, so we sang about falling in love, they say that we say we say something, they say that we say something new, we say some of these things and they say we can sing, so we sang about a hundred and two, but if nobody listens well nothing comes true, when you walk on water, when you walk on - w a t e r, can you walk on - w a t e r, oh can you walk on water, can you walk on - w a t e r, can you walk on - w a t e r, oh can you walk on water, we never walked on - w a t e r, so tell me something smarter w a t e r, matadors monkeys, a million balloons, as we walk through the sea to the sand, knowing full well that we're perfectly tuned, as we skip through our hearts hand in hand, well jenny the older, whose music we heard, will we all meet again at the end of the world, no sense in fooling, we're covered in dreams, having too much fun flying to land, floating waste high in tendrils of green, we're so small but we feel oh so grand, well jenny the older, whose music we heard, will we all meet again at the end of the world, end of the world, well jenny the older, whose music we heard, will we all meet again at the end of the world, the end of the world, on tuesday, the end of the world, pop goes the world, the end of the world, pop goes the world, on tuesday, the end of the world, the real world, pop goes the world, on tuesday
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Artist: men without hats