There is no beginning to the story,
A bookshelf sinks into the sand,
And a language learned and forgot,
In turn, is studied once again.

It's a shocking bit of footage
Viewed from a s___ty TV screen.
You can squint at it through snowy static
To make out the meaning.

And keep on stretching the antennae,
Hoping that it will come clear,
We need some reception, a higher message,
Just tell us what to fear.

Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings,
It's alive with such possibilities,
All I know is I feel better when I sing,
Burdens are lifted from me, that's my voice rising.

So Michael, please keep the tape rolling,
Boys keep strumming those guitars.
We need a record of our failures,
We must document our love.

I've sat too long in my silence,
I've grown too old in my pain.
To shed this skin, be born again,
It starts with an ending.

So thank you friends for the time we shared,
My love stays with you like sunlight and air.
Oh I truly wish I could keep hanging around here,
My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear.

It's not a movie, no private screening,
This method acting, well, I call that living.
It's like a fountain, a door has opened,
We have a problem with no solution but to love and to be loved.

So, I've made peace with the falling leaves,
I see their same fate in my own body.
But I won't be frightened when I am awoken from this dream,
And returned to that which gave birth to me.

Gave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me.

And the story goes, and the story goes,
And it goes on and on and on and on...
It's going on and on and on,
It's going on and on and on...

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