No one can stop it all from crashing down to shit Pushed to feel something more than just the sound of it Time, time is the magic truth of stories Sometimes magic is so very very boring It's a healthy kind of sick A slow sort of quick Very sad; I don't feel bad at all It's a different sort of sane A crazy kind of sane A feeling without a name that they call "love" Because I have my doubts, I know it must be true Watch the dream die every day; I don't know what to do I know it's only fear that makes me wonder But I wonder why I'm so afraid I wonder why I'm so afraid