Burn bright through the night two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Two doors remain before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy homeMy carpenter's out and running about talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden thereBurn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you bestMy carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden thereThe hills ringing hear the words in time
Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
Can't you see you made my ears go tin?
The air quicken tension building inference suddenly
Life and how to live itRaise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
A secret knock one hammer's locked the other wisdom lostMy carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
My carpenter's out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden thereListen, listen to the holler,
I will write a book it will be called life and how to live it, live it
Songwriters
BILL BERRY, PETER BUCK, MICHAEL MILLS, MICHAEL STIPEPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group