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