And all the monuments and skyscrapers
Single file with everyday it's like the last
We can't cut free, the water is flooding the decks
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet
Becomes the black cloud of war
Wash away the things they never held
Like ivory typewriter keys
And even in our dreams we're so afraid
Have now been canceled in your lungs
Please, don't let me drown
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., MARCHES AND MANEUVERS, QUIET CITY MUSIC
Please take these hands, throw them in the river
I can see them, they don't touch me, touch me
Ingesting the morning commute lost in a dead subway sleep
Tomorrow we'll get up drive to work
Waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?
On the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete
Don’t let me drown before the workday ends
Songwriters: Robert Iii Keeley, Timothy Charles Payne, Steven Pedulla, Geoffrey Rickley, Thomas Rule
And the silhouette of your own face
Last night my teeth fell out
And we're up to our necks, drowning in the seconds
Save our ship, the anchor is part of the desk
Trapped in the cubicle without a name, just numbers
People inside, dressed for the funeral in black and white
All those breaths that you took
9 to 5
Windows go rushing by
We lie wide awake in our parent’s beds, tossing and turning
The memos sent through the currents, computers spark like flares
It'll never end, 'til it gets so bad
Wash away the things they never held
Falling from the top floor your lungs, fill like parachutes
Burned down and filled the sea
Just keep making copies, of copies, of copies
Please take these hands, throw me in the river
Please, don't let me drown
9 to 5
That the ink fills in our fingerprints
Please someone
Please take these hands, throw them in the river
Please take these hands, throw me in the river
The weight will offset who we are
When will it end?
Don’t let me drown before the workday ends
Teach me how to swim