From the tantrum of teapots and coffee spoons   To the sigh when you turn out your bed light   From the wound in the side to the day a loved one dies   You know there is nothing you can do to make it right   so you don't call - as you fall   with closed eyes - further behind   And it responds, in a way, to the things that you say   at the dying of the day   Don't take your life for granted      Open up and lift those pennies from my eyes   I'm on the rebound, the same as you   Open up from your traditional disguise   I'm on the rebound, the same as you      From the badly chosen path to the tears when you laugh   From your yesterdays to all of your tomorrows   From the chains that you strap around yourself by the stone   To the song in a moment of sorrow   you take heed - from what you need   and blame it all - on tradition   It responds, in a way, to the things that you say   at the dying of the day      The dying of the day   So open up      Open up and lift those pennies from my eyes   I'm on the rebound, the same as you   Open up from your traditional disguise   I'm on the rebound, the same as you      On the rebound   From tradition