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