What a comfort to find out you`re losing your mind
when you re-realize that it`s not the first time
burnt the beyond when you learned how to fly
just learn later on that there isn`t a sky
there aren`t any clouds and there aren`t any trees
and there aren`t any birds and there`s no cinder caught I my eye
`til I`ve tied a tired knot and tired to untie it
I just can`t decide if I should lie or tell the truth
and try to hide it
