Turn this light back on

The thought has entered again

You're frail

To change this course, you made it worse

Interpretations, you turned it backwards

You say you'll make your mark

Find your stare

To change this course, you made it worse

It looks to end, you did it again, start over again

While counting down, the roof caves in

Five thousand bricks pile high and just two hands

To push them off only hurts more

This door swings hard and any attempt to hold them up makes time move desperately

You rest past due, in good time

Slower becomes you, a good line

To keep you down and secure

To keep you down around in pure comfort

You're frail, so frail

To change this course, you made it worse

Interpretations, you turned it backwards

You say you'll make your mark

Find your stare

To change this course, you made it worse

It looks to end, you did it again, start over again

Looks backwards and all the time

Distress card calls sound sirens without haste

The glass fogs up, drop of a dime

Seems like every time

"But I can't," becomes the phrase sung in unison

Despite the chorus the mark comes closer with time

"But I can't," becomes the phrase we reject in turn