Tin Foiled

What is moving will be still What has gathered will disperse What has been built up will collapse All of your dreams they are fulfilled Late New Years Eve paper hat on your head It was hard to believe that you'd ever be dead And that dream that you're falling you've had since you're five Is a bird on your shoulder that whispers goodbye Goodbye What is moving will be still What has gathered will disperse What has been built up will collapse All of your dreams they are fulfilled And Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed She was certain that Skylab would fall on her head Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass And I loved him better each time that he crashed, that he crashed What is moving will be still What has gathered will disperse What's been built up will collapse All of your dreams they are fulfilled Last night I dreamed that I dug my own grave So I climbed down inside there to patiently wait And down in the ground while I breathed the cold air The blackbirds came down there to nest in my hair, in my hair What's moving will be still What has gathered will disperse What has been built up will collapse All of your dreams they are fulfilled They are fulfilled Oh and they are....