We try so hard to make it up. 

All of us lie here wasting our lives.



We'll forget our past, throw it away, start over again.

If it means that much to make it up I'll say this

One passive remark just to keep you awake.



Is it too much to give to be constant?

To be constant and comical? 

We mix in with the leaves

And stay here all night.



We'll forget our past, throw it away, start over again.

If it means that much to make it up I'll say this

One passive remark just to keep you awake.



We'll blow up the sun just to keep out the light.