(Jolly Mare & Stephen Bruner)
A feeling across the sky
Shakes my crooked bones
She's afraid of the glass
And I'm afraid of stones
Poking holes and periscopes
I can see the VULNERABLE PEOPLE
It's not so wise, not so low
I realize THE LIMIT of our fable
Sinks the ocean behind
An invisible wall
I ain't got no peace of mind
The city's all about to fall
Poking holes and periscopes
I can see the VULNERABLE PEOPLE
It's not so wise, not so low
I realize THE LIMIT of our fable
Poking holes and periscopes
I can see the VULNERABLE PEOPLE
It's not so wise, not so low
I realize THE LIMIT of our fable
Poking holes and periscopes
I can see the VULNERABLE PEOPLE
It's not so wise, not so low
I realize THE LIMIT of our fable