Max Faraday just stands there frizzy haired outside behind the office.
Three stories high he stands there.
He stands there in the sun.
He stands there in the rain.
He stands there frizzy haired, all lightning bolts and wooden joints and steely bolts.
He stands there in the summertime. He stands there in winter too. Three stories high he stands there, holding lightning for me and you.
Max Faraday just stands there every morning noon and night.
Max Faraday just stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
Max makes everything alright.
Max Faraday just stands there holding up the world.
Three stories high he stands there, lightning zooming through.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He just stands there.
We shout.
We scream.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there, lightning zooming through, he
just
stands
there.
It's alright.
Max makes everything alright.
Max Faraday still stands there smiling at the air
Lightning rushing through he stands there
Making everything alright.
We shout we scream he stands there, lightning rushing through
To carry us he stands there, frizzy haired, in sun or gloom.
Max Faraday still stands there.
Stand there he always will.
It's not alright, he stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
He stands there.
Lightning rushing through.
Where once were words and smiles and love it's lightning now above below
Max Faraday he stands there
I can't stand it anymore he stands there
All wood and steel and electric hatred smiling down at the office window
He stands there.
He stands there.
He watches.
He listens.
He knows.
He tells.
He sees.
He hears.
He turns and smiles.
It's alright.
Max Faraday he stands there
Making it all alright.