I'm sorry I woke you before you were ready

Apologies for wakin' you up to your fate (yeah)

It's my fault that we've gotta get up a little early-a-a-ay

But you'd better hurry and follow me before it's too late

I'm sorry I woke you before you were ready

Apologies for wakin' you up to your fate (yeah)

It's my fault that we've gotta get up a little early-a-a-ay

But you'd better hurry and follow me before it's too late

All of the peoplе are outside the cavе

All life beyond this small pool is above

I'm tired of the feeling of dirt on my ski-i-i-in, i-i-in

So I'm gonna burrow out of this hole and see what's to love

What is there to love about above the ground? Why are they raving about what they've found?

Is the feeling of wind on your face that great? And what do they mean when mercury's in retrograde?

Yeah, I thought we had enough of our own problems at ho-o-o-o-o-o-ome

So why do we look to the stars to solve them before those stars fade?

Before those stars fade

I don't like reliance on things in the sky

But we wouldn't be alive without them shining

I don't like when they try to break me into pieces

They use to fill the creases in their silver linings

I don't like when new ones try to ask me for directions

And I have to go with them to help them with surviving

I hate it when people shift the blame onto us

You can see that it's just like shifting gears while driving (shifting gears while driving)

I don't like when people are keeping things from me

But I also like hiding. It's fun to be a hypocrite

I don't like when water touches my face

But my kind is good at diving. I defy the uniscript

I don't like to lead into a loop of dillemmas

But I myself am an enigma, so I guess I'm still a hypocrite

I guess when I leave the lilypads of the Kenai

I'll head back to the north side, I suppose I'll have to deal with it

Yes, I suppose I'll face all the flames, and I'll do it head-on

I hope that you'll remember me, though I'm leaving nothing. For once I am gone

I may never return–never come back—but at least I'll still miss you

Just watch the stream of petals. If you pick them up, then I'll still be with you

Yes, I suppose I'll face all the flames, and I'll do it head-on

I hope that you'll remember me, though I'm leaving nothing. For once I am gone

I may never return–never come back—but at least I'll still miss you

Just watch the stream of petals. If you pick them up, then I'll still be with you

I'm sorry I woke you before you were ready

Apologies for wakin' you up to your fate (yeah)

It's my fault that we've gotta get up a little early-a-a-ay

But you'd better hurry and follow me before it's too late (too late!)

I'm sorry I woke you before you were ready (reada-a-ay, a-a-ay, oh-oh-oh)

Apologies for wakin' you up to your fate (your fate, yeah)

It's my fault that we've gotta get up a little early-a-a-ay

But you'd better hurry and follow me before it's too late (too late, yay!)

I'm sorry I woke you before you were ready

I just sensed a storm, and I started protecting

Apologies for wakin' you up to your fate

I just thought I should pull you before atrophy (yeah)

It's my fault that we've gotta get up a little early-a-a-ay

We've gotta make it to Sterling

But you'd better hurry and follow me before it's too late

'Cause I don't want this to be the Tzuts' last day

I'm sorry I woke you before you were ready

I guess that I thought you were beginning to get heady

Apologies for wakin' you up to your fate (yeah)

I wanted you to see what they'd done, just in case

It's my fault that we've gotta get up a little early-a-a-ay

I understand if you are surly

But you'd better hurry and follow me before it's too late

'Cause I don't want your sleeping to cost us the game

I'm sorry I woke you before you were ready

Apologies for wakin' you up to your fate (yeah)

It's my fault that we've gotta get up a little early-a-a-ay

But you'd better hurry and follow me before it's too late