Planes are late. Lines are long. Everybody's at the door waiting for a piece of your cake. Aren't you awake, are you awake yet? It's your day again. People move upstairs. Down to where the tension is, more sleep on waterbeds. In fire drills inside our names, everybody moves upstairs. Down to where the tension is, everybody sleeps on waterbeds through fire drills. There's a centerpiece at the foot of the bed. There's a celebration that happens when you're dead. As the washboard band plays on, the city lights to life below..."FEAR OF CHANGE CAME FROM LOVE AND DOUBT. EVERYTHING I OWE WAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT."

Lyrics submitted by ohalright

Your Birthday (Cake) song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top