The curtain blocks the sunshine As you argue with yourself The only frame of reference Are the books upon your shelf You've always been a genius The world just doesn't know it yet But as soon as you're dead and gone They'll be hearing your echo The scene where Donald Sutherland Got hot between the sheets Had really got her going So you turned away to sleep And the longer you're together Seems the less you get along But no one remembers love They remember the echoes And the crowd it stretches out As far as you and I can see As the band, they start to play For that one moment, we feel free But nobody hears the song All they hear are the echoes