Tin Foil

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 What is moving will be still What has gathered will disperse What has been built up will collapse All of your dreams are fulfilled Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass And I loved him better each time that he crashed And Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed She was certain that Skylab would fall on her head What is moving will be still What has gathered will disperse What's been built up will collapse All of your dreams are fulfilled Last night I dreamed that I dug my own grave And 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 What's moving will be still What has gathered will disperse What has been built up will collapse All of your dreams All of your dreams are fulfilled Are fulfilled Are fulfilled Are fulfilled Are