Lyrics
A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold
Leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly
Singer sing me a given
Singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Everybody's looking on
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold
Leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly
Away
Away
I am king of all I see
My kingdom for a voice
Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold
Leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly
Away
Away
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
WRITERS
Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Sadness
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