In every movie I watch from the fifties

There's only one thought that swirls around my head now

And that's that everyone there on the screen

Yeah everyone there on the screen well they're all dead now

They're all dead now

And it ain't easy living above

And I can't help but keep falling

In love with bones and ashes

With bones and ashes

And when the color is too bold and bright

I'm daydreaming in black and white

Until it passes

Until it passes

I wanna know the measure from here to forever

And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever

Oh these days it's so hard to relax

You gotta hold a gun to my back to make me smile

To make me smile

And the only way I seem to cope

Is by trying to hold on to

Hope if just for a while

If just for a while

I wanna know the measure from here to forever

And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever

Now it seems more than ever there's no

Hands on the levers

And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever

Only rollers keep rolling

While the searchers keep scrolling

I wanna know the measure from here to forever

And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever

Now it seems more than ever there's no hands on the levers

And I wanna feel the pressure of God or whatever

Or whatever