Noble Guesses

Lyrics

Mendeleev was sick of trying Years and the elements still wouldn't fit He gave up, let it go, went to sleep And I don't know A picture came of a table With all the elements not born yet And when he woke He had the holes to make everything else fit Dreams Are where inventions sleep Dreams Are where inventions sleep It's always in the censorship That makes the art the news What isn't seen or heard Isn't tired or used The missing Polaroid in the family album Just an outline left Tells the biggest stories Because it's not left behind Dreams Are where inventions sleep Dreams Are where inventions sleep Holes are the biggest anwsers Gaps have the best prizes Holes are the biggest anwsers Gaps have the best prizes Holes, holes, holes, holes Holes, holes, holes, holes Holes, holes, holes, holes Holes, holes, holes, holes...