But some words are too wrong to define
It's peaceful, the pitch black, when the last light on goes out
The bad luck, the bad blood that may have come between
And that's half murdered the mystery
Yes and ended up with an alphabet
So take these gifts, that have been given
A ribbon cut for the opening
A ribbon cut for the opening
Now it's all laid out in front of you
So seek and rejoice fill your hands with something tangible
And fly, your own love like a flag
So be cool and believe in the things you haven't learned
Yeah, we all knew that day would arrive
I'm stranded in my bed, so I think about
Up all night, all upset, outsides growing light
Now the whole world is waking up
Are you still too shy, to describe?
Yes, finally the day has arrived
Now the whole world is waking up
No breakfast, just not much of an appetite
Because you've lost and it's gone but it will return
Two good souls that's one hell of an offering
It's joy the desire for that which is impossible
