Laulunsanoja:
Mgmt Congratulations

Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert

So tired, soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my surprise to find that They were produce by Brian Eno Past the gates, quite stark

Here, you focus So I can see your faces The eyes are wrong How will I know if it's working right? Light confuses The tiny isles of bruises The mangled

Hey, I found a whistle that hangs like a charm And when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms Fifteen centuries of dissolution

Sleep as the goer The bridge that watches the light-speed through And cries while the spirit stumbles The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe

my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't tell what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your

: So tired Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite

: Hey I found a whistle that hangs like a charm and when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms 15 centuries of dissolution and

: (Instrumental)