They hung around the matrix

With a pensive sort of patience

He fumbled his accounting

So the days are hard to count up

“But does it really matter?”

She mumbled through a mouthful

“So who will tend the cattle?”

Father’s not around much

The window panes

The silver stains

They come in twos

But never pairs

A clock that died

A boy that cared

Some empty chairs

I swear the mountains stare

I swear the mountains stare

Oh I’m in repair

I swear the mountains stare

“That’s really not our battlе

To pr-pr-provide for the masses”

“Your sеlfishness is shallow

We could help a hundred thousand”

She reaches for the salad

“As I said it doesn’t matter”

She reaches for the salad

“As I said it doesn’t matter”

The window panes

The silver stains

They come in twos

But never pairs

A clock that died

A boy that cared

Some empty chairs

I swear the mountains stare

I swear the mountains stare

Oh I’m in repair

I swear the mountains stare

I worship the god of my spinal cord

I’ve looked everywhere for the final chord

To the drum roll Brrrat! of my own accord

I’m more okay than I was before

I worship the god of my spinal cord

I’ve looked everywhere for the final chord

To the drum roll Brrrat! of my own accord

I’m more okay than I was before

The window panes

The silver stains

They come in twos

But never pairs

A clock that died

A boy that cared

Some empty chairs

I swear the mountains stare

The window panes

The silver stains

They come in twos

But never pairs

A clock that died

A boy that cared

Some empty chairs

I swear the mountains stare

I swear the mountains stare

Oh I’m in repair

I swear the mountains stare

I swear the mountains stare

Oh I’m in repair