I don't know anything
My life's an open field
I feel like a paper cup dissolving in a stream
The water around me comes flooding in my heart
I don't have anyone to bail me out
You can't see anything
When you're staring at the stars
In the Grand Central Station of our past
I couldn't catch the future so quickly did it come
Subtract at least half of me from inside out
The ghosts of the bright lights come walking in our doors
Take at least half of us or a little more
I can't sleep anymore
My life's a marble arch
The Sun is a paper train burning in our church
The shadows around me come flooding in my heart
I don't have any way to keep them out
The ghosts of the bright lights come walking in our doors
Take at least half of us or a little more
I will always come through
