WHEN THE SHYFOLK FINALLY GET IT ON
How beautiful the accidents of harmony
When voices trust themselves enough to sing
We're all a little too good at advisingI hope to see the sunrise on that day
When we admit we're all just improvising
And all the handbooks finally get thrown awayA time will come when
we're not scared of dealingOf hearts enthralled by opportunity
And love won't have no walls, no floors, no ceiling
We'll all be stoned on possibilityBridge:But right now, this is something
Like time that we're spendingAnd I don't think
That we're getting our money's worthGuilt - piled up like some debtNever ending
The rent is steepWe need to seed the soil till meekdom has it's day
And skins are shed from all the shyer bones
No longer will our muses form the traffic jam
We'll feel the flow arise from timid tones
WHEN THE SHYFOLK FINALLY GET IT ON
How beautiful the accidents of harmony
When voices trust themselves enough to sing
We're all a little too good at advisingI hope to see the sunrise on that day
When we admit we're all just improvising
And all the handbooks finally get thrown awayA time will come when
we're not scared of dealingOf hearts enthralled by opportunity
And love won't have no walls, no floors, no ceiling
We'll all be stoned on possibilityBridge:But right now, this is something
Like time that we're spendingAnd I don't think
That we're getting our money's worthGuilt - piled up like some debtNever ending
The rent is steepWe need to seed the soil till meekdom has it's day
And skins are shed from all the shyer bones
No longer will our muses form the traffic jam
We'll feel the flow arise from timid tones
WHEN THE SHYFOLK FINALLY GET IT ON
How beautiful the accidents of harmony
When voices trust themselves enough to sing
We're all a little too good at advisingI hope to see the sunrise on that day
When we admit we're all just improvising
And all the handbooks finally get thrown awayA time will come when
we're not scared of dealingOf hearts enthralled by opportunity
And love won't have no walls, no floors, no ceiling
We'll all be stoned on possibilityBridge:But right now, this is something
Like time that we're spendingAnd I don't think
That we're getting our money's worthGuilt - piled up like some debtNever ending
The rent is steepWe need to seed the soil till meekdom has it's day
And skins are shed from all the shyer bones
No longer will our muses form the traffic jam
We'll feel the flow arise from timid tones