Singing rare has it's season I've been careful just trying to get it right Lyric fair, beauty sublime Such an opus is way ahead of time I am full of grand ideas I've been perfecting them for years Large as life, with a purpose Are we finally gonna play a gig Is it time, been rehearsing five years Still a way to go, better cancel it We plan, waiting for a break One can't rush into these things And we believed our mothers hung the moon We stayed asleep, forgetting what we knew And we will dream and never leave our rooms From our TV Teens to the tomb When I'm dead I'll be discovered They'll write a book about my life, my lovers A masterpiece isn't born in a day I'm so ambitious I hid myself away I'd fly, the envy of all man If I had guts to lift a pen When we were kids, delusion served us well But then we split to make fools of ourselves And we will dream and never leave the shelf From our TV Teens to the tomb We're still holding out our cups We will never give it up And we believed our mothers hung the moon We stayed asleep, forgetting what we knew And we will dream and never leave our rooms From our TV Teens to the tomb