Turn this light back on The thought has entered again You're frail To change this course, you made it worse Interpretations, you turned it backwards You say you'll make your mark Find your stare To change this course, you made it worse It looks to end, you did it again, start over again While counting down, the roof caves in Five thousand bricks pile high and just two hands To push them off only hurts more This door swings hard and any attempt to hold them up makes time move desperately You rest past due, in good time Slower becomes you, a good line To keep you down and secure To keep you down around in pure comfort You're frail, so frail To change this course, you made it worse Interpretations, you turned it backwards You say you'll make your mark Find your stare To change this course, you made it worse It looks to end, you did it again, start over again Looks backwards and all the time Distress card calls sound sirens without haste The glass fogs up, drop of a dime Seems like every time "But I can't," becomes the phrase sung in unison Despite the chorus the mark comes closer with time "But I can't," becomes the phrase we reject in turn
