The whine in your hand is worth two at the bar
And everybody knows what you've been
drinking
Disgraceful sky flecked with a nightmare of stars
And everybody knows how you've
been synching
Long distance century buzzes and fades
I wonder why you've not
resigned
Previews processions and parades
You've got to grind, grind it out
Line up
the arrows, push off the top
This can cause sustain forever
And once it's started up, it
cannot be stopped
At least it's holding us together
Long distance century buzzes and
fades
An automatic charge on your mind
The glittering minutes, jangled decades
We've
got to grind, grind it out
A vortex appears, unleashed by the crash
A moment marred by
hesitation
Bedazzled surgeon chases the gash
But we don't need that operation
Long
distance century buzzes and fades
Elysian Fields not far behind
Find me a witness amongst
these shades
They've got to grind, grind it out
Long distance century buzzes and
fades
I hope the deaf can lead the blind
Lift me up into those whirling blades
I've
got to grind, grind it out
