There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand
And a language learned and forgot, in turn, is studied once again
It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen
You can squint through snowy static to make out the meaning
Just keep on stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come clear
We need some reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear
Because I don't know what tomorrow brings. It is alive with such possibilities
All I know is I feel better when I sing. Burdens are lifted from me, that is my voice rising!
So Michael, please keep the tape rolling. Boys keep strumming those guitars
We need a record of our failures. We must document out love
I have sat too long in my silence. I have grown too old in my pain
To shed this skin, be born again, it starts with an ending
So thank you friends for the time we shared. My love stays with you like sunlight and air
Oh how I truly wish I could keep hanging around here, but my joy is covering me
Soon, I will disappear
It's not a movie, no private screening. This method acting, well, I call that living
It's like a fountain, a door has been opened. We have a problem with no solution
but to love and to be loved
So, I've made peace with the falling leaves. I see their same fate in my own body
But I won't be afraid when I am awoken from this dream and returned to that
which gave birth to me. And the story goes on and on and on and on...