Oh, and time picks up again   The children run from now and then   The stained glass hurricanes of supermonium eyes   It don't mean a thing      The lives we live have turned so sour   and toppled all our tallest towers    The feathers knock    Our minds have rocked the lives we live   And just left to rot      Oh, when time picks up again   The children run from now and then    The stained glass hurricanes of pandemonium eyes   It don't mean a thing      The lives we live have turned so sour   And toppled all our tallest towers   The stained glass hurricanes of pandemonium eyes   It don't mean a thing