Well I'm classified as lofty,
Arbitrary, a missionary
For revolt

I'd tell stories of perfection
A utopia of freedom
And revolution

And you've sold out!
For reasons you can't explain
While I explain them.

But inevitable outcomes
Sedate my prided rebellion
That I am lost in.


And I guess you weren't counting on growing up
And this is my life as it passes me by
So here's to falling apart.
Not one to take my eyes off of the stars


And would it mean 
Anything
If I said that
I was strong

Strong enough
To change 
The world
With love.

Will this passion
Stand a chance
In this hell here on Earth

Will they speak my name?
Will the seasons change?
Will everything be the same?


Well, I tangle all my thinking
In to knots I can't be figuring
On my own

They'd point this way, I'd go that
I always felt like forever 
I'd be young

Funny how it changes
With all the different faces
In your life

Still it's nothing like the feeling
That you've thrown it all away
For no good reason


And I guess you weren't counting on growing up
And this is my life as it passes me by
So here's to falling apart
Not one to take my eyes off of the stars


And would it mean 
Anything
If I whispered
I was wrong;

I was locked inside
My emotions
And the storms
That I caused

When my eyes fall
For the last time
Will I be free then?

Will they speak my name?
Will the seasons change?
Will everything be the same?


When no one ever listens
To blatant, strong convictions:
The truth of lies (that I can't forgive)

These dampers on my efforts.
Your staircase to "glory"
In your eyes (greed and desire)

"O, The tragedy of question!"
Says the man without his head
To the blind (and they will listen)

Forsaking all your freedom
With philosophy that leaks through
Your jaws (and into your mind)


And I guess you weren't counting on growing up
And this is my life as it passes me by
So here's to falling apart
Not one to take my eyes off of the stars