Beach Ball - Live at Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, Woodlands, TX - May 2009

All the world is like a beach ball
Out in space, between the waves
In the hands of laughing babies
All the world is gumball-shaped

Hello, moon
Hello, stars and sky
Heaven, won't you
Answer me why?

I ring the bell till someone listens
Look upon this burning city
Victory, smiles the wicked man
Does he feel the weight of every finger
Hanging off his heavy hands?
I ring the bell till someone listens

Bring me gold and bring me wisdom
Give me scars to bring me grace
A wicked wit and when I use it
That's the hopes of those who hate me
Give me love, big as a mountain, oh-oh-oh

I ring the bell till someone listens
Melt the words right to my skin
And your smile, my flesh and bones
From the mountains, I will sing this
Through your veins my river flows
I ring the bell till someone listens

Bring me gold and bring me wisdom
Give me scars to bring me grace
A wicked wit and when I use it
That's the hopes of those who hate me
Give me love, big as a mountain, oh-oh-oh

I ring the bells till someone listens
Bring me gold and bring me wisdom
Give me scars to bring me grace
A wicked wit and when I use it
That's the hopes of those who hate me
Give me love, big as a beach ball
Oh, give me love, big as a beach ball, oh-oh-oh