tell it to the boys who don't have a clue
they tried to swing low from the rising moon
but gravity's logic is falling behind
pretty soon, we will be able to climb
the melodies are holding up the other stars
and the resonant frequencies are sounding from afar
and all of those kids with their hands in the air
tried to touch reflections of the winding stairs
that lead us to where our conscious ends
and even our imagination struggles to defend
the depth and the waste of a deep, deep place
where nothing is apparent and our steps are not traced
too much to comprehend in such a tiny room
can't tell the lies from the blatant truth
so I made another deal with the devils of fate and said
"I never want to come back to this place"
some songs last longer in our ringing ears
so we sing them over and over again
and some words speak louder than all of our fears
so we don't have to relive them again
cut yourself trying to grasp at the star
pointed edges and a permanent scar
right across your body in an instant or two
never look back unless you really have to
arbitrary lines in your black notebook
you blame all your peers for the time they took
just to say single thing to your weary face
silence will put you back in your place