Tekst:
Now I have always wondered
How can I stand upon your shoulders,
look around and around and round and not see a thing?
It always seemed confusing
Your jokes are never amusing
You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing
We could fall below and never make a sound
The truth is frightening now
Will we ever get out?
You always try to listen and for that gift I feel threatened
By the high esteem I hold you, it hurts so much
I wipe the dust off of my face
ItжЉЇ all thatжЉЇ left of my dreams misplaced
I find it hard to believe you could take much more
How can I stand upon your shoulders,
look around and around and round and not see a thing?
It always seemed confusing
Your jokes are never amusing
You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing
We could fall below and never make a sound
The truth is frightening now
Will we ever get out?
You always try to listen and for that gift I feel threatened
By the high esteem I hold you, it hurts so much
I wipe the dust off of my face
ItжЉЇ all thatжЉЇ left of my dreams misplaced
I find it hard to believe you could take much more
