Too Beck

[Verse 1]
There's a little town by the river bed
With a book that's read about it
Has every word that they ever said
It's listed so you can count them
And every little thought that was in their head
[?] people by the mountain
Divided by each syllable and tossed into the fountain

[Verse 2]
They wish for this
They wish for that
And so the stars were in their hand

[Verse 3]
Mama there's a girl who never even mentioned butterflies
She'd rather soak up invisible things and pour them from her eyes
I know what comes from the amplifier
It's the paddles and the horns

[Chorus]
It's the closest thing to the holy noise
And I'm in the minute I was born
And I'm in the minute I was born
It's the closest thing to the holy noise
And I'm in the second I was born
It's the closest thing to the holy noise
And I'm in the minute I was born
It's the closest thing to the holy noise
And I'm in the minute I was born

[Outro]
They wish for this
They wish for that
And so the stars were in their hand
They wish for this
They wish for that
And so the stars were in their hand
They wish for this
They wish for that
And so the stars were in their hand