When we finally got past hope When we found just what we craved most A place where all the poets torched each other's work They swore that you were far too young Far too young to be this made up With the serpents tongue and the sophist's gentle air But as you move along only look back to watch it burn and then they'll see That maybe this is what we're made of Broken shards of glass and gasoline And as you move along only step back to bask in all you used to be Closed eyes on warning signs, they liked to keep you tongue-in-cheek As they pass away They told me not to look away They told me not to hope they'd stay They told me all these means were ends Asked what made me think I was time well spent Move on just move on we'll move on until we Pass away in sheets and lace Tired minds that never dream This is the way they feel and the way we felt
