The Words of Radio Free Babylon™'s Geometry

Daylight Savings Time

From the album Geometry

Who wrote this scene – you know what I mean – it finally registers and rings
We're dodging knives – rearranging lives - there were a thousand little things
Grab a towel – hear the wind howl – tell me who loves you more
Rain is gone, Baby – Lawn is too, maybe – let’s say we hit the shore

Come on, Baby – Lawn is burning – season’s turning – there’s nothing left but rock
Save daylight - turn back the clock
Jumping off a floating casino on a cruise to Mexico

You don’t want that life – I don’t need that strife – blinds drawn on an ocean view
And we’ll find it too – what we were born to do

We’ll go where we please – we’ll see through the trees – we’ll shoot at the knees

I’ll drink your wine – we’ll dine and recline– you caught the subtle pass
We took a chance – we left the dance – raise a toast – I’ll refill your glass
Grab a raft – paddle like mad – no need to pack a case
We're jumping ship – you bit my lip – we'll find a quiet cove – a secret place

Come on, Baby – Lawn is burning – season’s turning – there’s nothing left but rock
Save daylight - turn back the clock
Shut the doors on the club where the voices were dubbed

We don’t want that life – dull as butter knife – we're gold now, no longer blue
And we’ll find it too – what we were born to do

We’ll go where we please – we’ll see through the trees – we’ll shoot at the knees

We made the scene – you know what I mean – we were dying to find a cure
Who's gonna mock the heavens at half past eleven – I ain't never seen you so sure

Come on, Baby – Lawn is burning – season’s turning – there's nothing left but rock -

Save daylight

Come on, Baby – Lawn is burning – season’s turning –have you had enough talk

Save daylight - turn back the clock

Don't you know it's twice as nice in our private island paradise

I don’t want that life– you don't need that strife – we're gonna be made new
and we’ll find it too – what we were born to do

We’ll go where we please – we’ll see through the trees – we'll shoot at the knees