When you cannot find a place inside your mind
where you can hide away from who is trying to find you

It may appear quite heavy in a storm
when you can turn around inside your nest so warm

Words are closer to the truth in your youth

There are more lies inside your television set
when lawyers try to tell the truth to mice

Keep going to that distant light when everyone says no
and I can claim I told you so

You keep going off in all directions
when you know you have to choose the way to go 
to get back home

When there's no more violent taste
within glass bubbles and other waste
there's no more treasures to be shown