I can't reach you if you're going to fly away again. And if the truth is all there is, why not try telling it? 'Cause we're all in this together, and the world may bite, but give the stars a chance before you go. The cla**ic changes don't apply to anyone. These days knowing who you are is all we get. No time to stand still and wonder if God-any god is Really always listening. Sitting up there sometimes, He's/they're all the things you wish you could forget. There's something dangerous in wanting to believe it all: the things you're told and shown, and oh, where will it end? And you wonder why nothing's changing" 'what's going on up there!' and why you can't rewrite your fate when it's been written on the wind. Someone tell me why the hope I have is fading me. Why the earth is so much bluer when it's gone. With everything that's happened, I guess I should be glad that all the sense left in the world has had the guts to carry on. The cla**ic changes don't apply to anyone; You're expected to grow up with all of this **** inside your head. But when you find you must keep living, having found no streets of gold, Reality becomes a cheat in every single thing it's said. And there's something dangerous in wanting to believe it all. and the noble things to do are hard to find. So, okay, maybe there is something in being optomistic, but it's all I can do sometimes to keep from getting stuck inside my mind" Leave myself behind... I must say I am inclined; I'd like to lose it all Sometimes . . . You can't reason with enchanters when they're hurting you. I understand that pain from spells on me. The only things one finds within a crystal ball Are reflections of unanswered thoughts that are fighting to be free And the cla**ic changes don't apply to anyone. It's certain they don't mean that much to us. Don't get in a position where there's no way out" yet another callus on your soul, another birdcage for your trust Yeah, there's something dangerous in Trying to believe it all; It's a caution no one here can quite ignore. By the time there's nothing left to learn, we should all be pretty miserable. God/dess willing, there will always be A back door . . .