No More Birthdays - Sound Team

I can hear the slamming of a door

I can see the end of a prank I already fell for

But I don’t have to sleep at Belshazar’s house anymore

Gave up the center line

I moved out on my own for the first time

A view out on the back of a hotel sign

Got a dozen broken clocks lined up in a line

I got a feeling that people can be awful nice!

Let’s speed it up so we can slow back down

Kafka on the shore, ah Kafka on the shore!

Rising up for rising down, you’re speeding up to slow back down

Oh Kafka on the shore

Your spot’s reserved inside a buzzard’s beak

You’re fluent in a language that dies every time you speak

You’re fluent in a language that dies every time you speak

Sticking to the center line

My neighbor’s always leaving a light on

Is that my best friend’s face on a Trinitron?

Everybody says he should get back where he belongs

We’re still good friends!

Ah look out friend!

Let’s speed it up so we can slow back down

Kafka on the shore, ah Kafka on the shore!

Rising up so we can rise back down

Oh Kafka on the shore

Never said it would be

Never said it would be

Never said it would be

Everybody wants to see him

Everybody wants to see him

We’re still good friends

Ah look out friend!

Let’s speed it up so we can slow back down

Kafka on the shore, ah Kafka on the shore!

Rising up so we can rise back down

Oh Kafka on the shore