Too much time spent

thinking of ways to die.

Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes

from the sun

I'll try to be more

open in my hope for our time

Blur the lines dividing what is ours

and what is mine.

Mother Theresa's been working nights

Say no more, I'm on my way

Gandhi's getting fed up,

he's looking for a fight

Say mo more, I'm on my way

And we all go down

And we all go down again

I swore I'd bring you something sort of mine...

Hands above my head, stealing sunlight from the sky

And I lost myself when you went away

Say no more, I'm on my way

Anyway... 'bye and we all go down

And we all go down again

I will pass on things that I've been shown

You'll see too why I feel so alone in this world

I'll try to be more open with my hope for out time

blur the lines dividing what is our

And what is mine

Say no more, I'm on my way to the sky