There's a limited amount of fact in this world
So I'll have to resort to fiction
You said I should try silence
But you don't know my addiction
You got over my addiction
Verse 2
You can never repair all the cracks that form
To blur a young man's vision
You can wrap me up in cotton wool
I won't go into remission
But is that really living?
Instrumental
It's an expensive show and a timeless show
It's a dangerous expidition
I came here with some friends of mine
But they left at intermission
Got up and left at intermission