You're not going through it, it's going through you And once it's all gone, in will come the new you With a different perspective, from the same point of view Fully unaffected by the old truth you once knew
Connected at the roots to the trunk to the branches To the leaves and the way they fly away in wind dances A frantic seesaw; free-fall in midair that represents The floating folly of us all being here We are complicated creatures, huh?
Stephen: Come away, come away 'Cause I love my soul A fighter in need, a lover in strain (?) I'm telling you it's not for gold
Come away, come away 'Cause I know who I want The fire in me, the trouble I see Heaven won't you let me go?
This is it Apocalypse I'm feeling the hell I'm feeling hell
This is it Apocalypse For fearing their hell For fearing their hell
I'm dreamin' up to start a fire I'm dreamin' up to start a fire