Tin Foiled

What is moving will be still
What is gathered will disperse
What's been built up will collapse
All of your dreams
They're all fulfilledLate new year's 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
GoodbyeWhat is moving will be still
What is gathered will disperse
What's been built up will collapse
All of your dreams
They're all fulfilledLiza Minnelli spent a month in her bed
She was certain that Skylab would fall on her head
And Evel Knievel shot up from dead grass
And I loved him better each time that he crashed
That he crashedWhat is moving will be still
What is gathered will disperse
What's been built up will collapse
All of your dreams
They're all fulfilledLast 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
All the blackbirds came down there to nest in my hair
In my hairWhat is moving will be still
What is gathered will disperse
What's been built up will collapse
All of your dreams
They are fulfilled
They are fulfilled