Tekstovi: Counting Crows. Einstein on the Beach (for an Eggman).

Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type
His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked
If everything is nothing, then are we anything?
Is it better to be better than to be anything?

And Albert's vision's blooming uncontrolled
All his wings are slowly sinking

The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
All the king's men reappear for an eggman fallen off a wall
Who'll never be together again

Einstein's down on the beach staring into the sand
'Cause everything he believes in is shattered
What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway
We all get burned as

One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall and

The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear for an eggman fallen off a wall
Who'll never be together again

Albert's waiting in the sun on a field American
For the cause of some inflated form of hit and run and yea yea

One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall and

The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear for an eggman fallen off a wall
Who'll never be together again

Albert's fallen on the sun
Cracked his head wide open

The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear for an eggman fallen, fallen

The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear for an eggman fallen off a wall
Who'll never be together again

No never be together again
No no, never, never, never again
What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway
Never, never, never again, no no no no no no