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