Packed for a delivery Where did I come from Facing our mortality My fingertips feel numb It's colder where the light shines Because we all know best Show me where the dark is Put my weary legs to the test, to the test You're breathing on my shoulder It's where the air belongs With dreams of getting older We calm our hearts to notes in fleeting songs, fleeting songs If everything is falling, what does that makе you And what am I If our names aren't carved into somе tree in the woods will something or anything remember our name If we don't stop looking for a sign to do anything in our lives we're going to get caught walking on the streets instead of reaching our destination If you're getting screamed at in every direction except the one you'd like to go in all that's left to do is scream back and don't stop
(Packing up, packing up, packing up) It never fails to amaze me how I'm not amazed by classical music and beautiful sculptures of mythical creatures Everything I touch turns to dust just like Midas with all of the fame and none of the fortune I hang posters on my wall just so I have something to look at as I fall asleep I make friends in my life just so I have something to talk to when I wake up in the morning I'm foolish for questioning what is known as the truth But I'm sure I'm not the only one who's longed for something more And if there's a devil on your back, at some point you're going to have to turn around and tell it, it was never welcome there in the first place