Count the ways to know on one end
A number of things that might happen
Your perspective, yeah, who else?
The eyes of portraits move in stealth
Keep myself here reclined
For a long, long time and
My hands tied at my side where I left them
I'm aware the fact is that we grow old somewhat
Still don't think I can bear to just see it happen
Did you think it through well enough?
Every day the sun's coming up
Throwing ashes onto the lawn
Still not sure where they belong
Well, there's clowns abound
To the planet's surface
But they seem so earnest
We could drop the pretense
But still the plot won't make sense in the slightest
And I know the fact is there's a lot that's working
Still not sure what's behind the curtain
Did you think it through well enough?
Every day the sun's coming up
Throwing ashes onto the lawn
Still not sure where we went wrong
I want to meet your ideal
Want to tell you how I feel
But my brain starts to win
Feel my head start to spin
Once my legs start to bend
Hair will stiffen on my skin
And I do not want to weep
Just thought it would come again
And I didn't want to pry
But I could not close my eyes
I would rather compromise
But the curtain starts to rise
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