This is how the story goes
Queen of four felts playing bachi-ball (?)
And suddenly a bolt of lightning struck down
It was stunning, the way they separated
And all the atoms felt just like confetti
But somehow found their way up to heaven
Called a ghost out with all their spinning around and around
How captivating they wound about each other
Just like a little wedding
And the head specter said "Please get yourselves together"
But the problem with the particles is they can't remember
Who is who and why you are two of us together
Or am I? Am I me forever?
And the one that was a part of Bob's hands that understand
I am done being held down by this man
Then he ran, last winter I heard he was living
In the windpipe of a famous opera singer
And another one fell down and found himself inside a cannon
Part of a daredevil's heart, nobody's sure of where he landed
But the moment of the shot the crowd all gathered
The chills are still swear back
I can feel it
And another's now a drummer's arm, they say he's out of work
And is now a little lonely poor store clerk
But I know he'll be back
Have you heard the way he used to hit the hi-hat?
How he hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
Hit the hi-hat
(Hit the hi-hat... hit the hi-hat)
