Stories Over

Once upon a time ago... Wait, that story's over, yeah

Now it’s there on the street, looking at everyone like a stranger

And it’s what you make it Yeah it’s what you make it. No it’s what we make it

Is everyone asking ‘How far will they take it?’ can anyone say, losing trust? Losing what we had made it. Nothing to replace the net to catch our fall

They who know the night are the one’s who own the teacher and the teacher owns the day. We can't stop the train and we can't start it either

Choosing to doubt that we were ever really meant to be free

So turn and face the day cuz they who own the teachers are the teachers of today