There's 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 at it through snowy static To make out the meaning, And keep on stretching the antennae Hoping that it will come clear We need some reception, a higher message, Just tell us what to fear Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings, It's alive with such possibilities All i know is I feel better when i sing, Burdens are lifted from me, That's my voice rising! So Michael, please keep the tape rolling Boys, keep strumming those guitars We need a record of our failures Yes we must document our love I have sat too long in my silence I have grown too old in my pain To shed this skin, be born again, Oh it starts with the 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 Yea, it's like a fountain, A door has 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 frightened when I'm awoken from this dream And returned to that which, gave birth to me And the story goes And the story goes It goes on and on and on and on...