Pascal's Submarine
There's not a breath of air tonight.
I got my windows all thrown open wide
Praying for any little breeze to move the curtains,
Shake the leaves tonight
Stumbled in to sleep's ravine
Into a dream of Pascal's Submarine
Where if you can remain quiet and still
You might escape life's fill of misery
A women's had all she can stand
Hysterically Screaming 'I'm waiting for my man'
'Madam, we're doing all we can,
But can you give me your man's name again? '
Are they dead
Or worse, alive?
Is there something that you're trying to hide?
Russian Accent - Las Vegas Cap Say's 'Can we talk about all that, Inside? '
With Klebanov within her grasp
There's just one more think she's dying to ask
They stuck a needle in her arm
Saying, Don't do yourself more harm
She Collapsed
There's not a breath of air tonight
We go our windows all thrown open wide
Praying for any little breeze
For the Skeletons, for the Effigies, Tonight