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