A fly on the window attracted to the light

His senses are imperfect

So they lead him to his plight

His life is now a struggle

But his freedom can begin

If he flies into the dark

And finds the door that he flew in

Things we knew for sure

Sometimes they're not the cure

We've got to rearrange our thinking

Or we're just like flies on glass

Rearrange our thinking

Or we're never gonna last

Up is down, wrong is right

When everything is backwards surely

Everything will always turn out right

Revealed in reflection

Night is day, day is night

When everything is backwards

Everything will turn out right

She's had a lot of lovers

'Cuz her dream is to be wed

Tries to lead them to the alter

But they won't go past her bed

And he's a party goer

Reputation is well known

He's really quite a scenester

But admits he feels alone

Sometimes I feel as if I'm bound

And life just gives me the run-around

So why waste your time ?

Put your feet on the ground

This world works in opposites that I've found

Things we knew for sure

Sometimes we need to correct them

Things we knew for sure

Sometimes we need to reject them