I have no say in what I write
I only get the sum
Of people that I met one night
Or songs I used to hum
These words which say they must be told
Despite my better sense
These perfect priests with hearts of gold
Who jump my logic fence
It goes on
The word falls
Cavemen paint
Upon the walls
It goes on and on and on and on and on
It goes on
The word falls
The priests paint
Upon the walls
It goes on and on and on and on and on
I have no say in what I write
I only get the sum
Of people that I met one night
Or songs I used to hum
These words which say they must be told
Despite my better sense
These worlds which stay when we grow old
Who hold my reverence
It goes on
The word falls
Cavemen paint
Upon the walls
It goes on and on and on and on and on
It goes on
The word falls
The priests paint
Upon the walls
It goes on and on and on and on and on
The best things that I think of really
Take no thought at all
They're simply dreams recalled again
Who trickle down a wall
It goes on
The word falls
Cavemen paint
Upon the walls
It goes on
The word falls
The priests paint upon the walls
It goes on
The word falls
Cavemen paint
Upon the walls
It goes on and on and on and on and on
It goes on
The word falls
The priests paint
Upon the walls
It goes on and on and on and on and on
The wall of time belongs to me
When pen disturbs the white
But the priests paint for eternity
The color isn't right