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....