Stepping over ticket stubs in the gutters by the curb,
you broke me with your honesty without saying a word.
You can finally get a glimpse of it when you close your eyes.
Stars are falling endlessly from sentimental skies.
The story started once upon a time,
it ended with a princess lost in a forest of her mind.
Find a way to find a way to lie,
or be condemned by a society where sincerity's a crime.
Strolling by the graveyard where tombstones are hung like doors,
guarding sacred passageways to what lies in store.
Restlessly the spirit stirs inside a cage of bone,
dreaming of the wandering the will someday take it home.
The bed is made you may as well lay down,
one last fragile spectacle for the grieving to surround.
Find a way to find a way to die
that doesn't find you looking back on how you spent your time.
Find a way to find a way to laugh,
walk carelessly on open roads that lead you through the past
Find a way to find a way to die that doesn't find you looking back
on how you spent your time.