Tin Foiled Andrew Bird

What is moving will be still
What has gathered will disperse
What has been built up will collapse
All of your dreams they are fulfilled

Late New Years Eve paper hat on your head
It was hard to believe that you'd ever be dead
And that dream that you're falling you've had since you're five
Is a bird on your shoulder that whispers goodbye
Goodbye

What is moving will be still
What has gathered will disperse
What has been built up will collapse
All of your dreams they are fulfilled

And Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed
She was certain that Skylab would fall on her head
Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass
And I loved him better each time that he crashed, that he crashed

What is moving will be still
What has gathered will disperse
What's been built up will collapse
All of your dreams they are fulfilled