No one can stop it all from crashin' down to sh*t
Push to feel something more than just the sound of it
Time, time is the magic truth of storing
Sometimes, magic is so very, very boring
It's a healthy kind of sick
A slow sort of quick
I'm very sad I don't feel bad at all
It's a different sort of same
A crazy sort of same
A feeling without a name that they call love
Because I have my doubts, I know it must be true
Watch the dreamed eye every day I don't know what to do
I know it's only fear that makes me wonder
But I wonder why I'm so afraid