(Anastasio)
© Seven Below, Inc. (BMI)

What’s to be is settled
Changing lanes and sinking
What you see is moving
And you, know what to do

Shut down everything you said
Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises
Slashing at the sky
On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing
I know nothing

Shut down everything you said
Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises
Slashing at the sky
On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing

Through the jig-saw night
Traveled at the speed of sound, the greyhound rises
Everything you said
Everything you said

Falling, falling, why do all the streams and swollen rivers
Seem to call me back to you?
And I’m calling, calling, no matter how I scream,
Nothing’s coming through.

So I shut down everything you said
Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises
Slashing at the sky
On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing
Through the jig-saw night

Traveled at the speed of sound, the greyhound rises
Everything you said
Everything you said