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Lost my shape
Trying to act casual
Can't stop
I might end up in the hospital
Changing my shape
I feel like an accident
They're back
To explain their experience
Isn't it weird?
Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away
And that was their policy
I'm ready to leave
I push the fact in front of me
Facts lost
Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there
No information left of any kind
Lifting my head
Looking for the danger signs
There was a line
There was a formula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line
There was a formula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
The feeling returns
Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head
Looking around inside
The island of doubt
Is like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight
Got the message from the oxygen
Making a list
Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right
Facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns
Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head
Looking around inside
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
Trying to act casual
Can't stop
I might end up in the hospital
Changing my shape
I feel like an accident
They're back
To explain their experience
Isn't it weird?
Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away
And that was their policy
I'm ready to leave
I push the fact in front of me
Facts lost
Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there
No information left of any kind
Lifting my head
Looking for the danger signs
There was a line
There was a formula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line
There was a formula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
The feeling returns
Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head
Looking around inside
The island of doubt
Is like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight
Got the message from the oxygen
Making a list
Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right
Facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns
Whenever we close our eyes
Lifting my head
Looking around inside
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting, still waiting
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I think this is an argument about the nature of human beings. Humans tend to shape things in order to fill holes. They label, the examine, they change. We have removed ourselves from evolution in this way.
Byrne I think is arguing that our need and obsession with doing this is actually doing the opposite. Its making us lose ourself, and making our understanding less complete. The whole album I think is about this to a degree.
The definition of post-modern.
@istareatthesun Just came here to say this makes zero sense.<br /> <br /> "They label, the examine, they change"<br /> <br /> "Its making us lose ourself, and making our understanding less complete." <br /> <br /> These two contradict each other like hell. <br /> <br /> We are "losing our self" because we are labelling(giving things names to get a better UNDERSTANDING of them). <br /> <br /> We are "losing our self" because we are examining(A fucking thing to help UNDERSTANDING be done). <br /> <br /> We are "losing our self" because we are changing(progressing, after UNDERSTANDING past problems to not repeat them like a fucking idiot or to solve them.) <br /> <br /> And apparent this is making our "understanding" less complete, whatever to hell that vague phrase means. If this is what Byrne was actually trying to say... That's dumb.