Vārdi: Full Service. Brazil.

Stitch up that old coat
And the tear?s repaired
But how do you mend a hole in a glow
I don?t know
Heal a broken bone
And the structure returns
But how do you mend an aura
Who knows

Fifty-five trombones
Six thousand trumpets
Ninety-seven saxophones
Never blown
Fish jumps up and twists
Winks one quick time then
Twists again and starts to fall

I wouldn?t mind
Borrowing the sunshine
I?d bottle up
The rays and I?d make ?em mine
And over time
Maybe I?d be bright again
And maybe then
I could help a blurry friend

My imagination is a long drive
My imagination is a pain sometimes
My imagination is a strange rhyme
It?s the only thing that?s mine

(Thanks to Greg for these lyrics)