There is no beginning to the story

A bookshelf sinks into the sand 

And a language learned and forgot, in turn, is studied once again 

It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen

You can squint at it through snowy static to make out the meaning

And keep on stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come clear 

We need some reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear Because I don't know what tomorrow brings 

It is alive with such possibilities 

All I know is I feel better when I sing 

Burdens are lifted from me

That's my voice rising 



So Michael, please keep the tape rolling 

Boys keep strumming those guitars

We need a record of our failures 

As we must document our love 

I've sat too long in my silence

I've grown too old in my pain

To shed this skin, be born again, it starts with an ending 

So thank you friends for the time we shared 

My love stays with you like sunlight and air 

Oh I truly wish I could keep hanging around here 

My joy is covering me 

Soon, I will disappear



It's not a movie, no private screening

This method acting, well, I call that living

It's like a fountain, a door has opened

We have a problem with no solution but to love and to be loved

So, I've made peace with the falling leaves

I see their same fate in my own body

But I won't be frightened when I am awoken from this dream 

And returned to that which gave birth to me

Gave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me

And the story goes, and the story goes, and it goes

On and on and on and on...