running short on imagination still we waste it all on words spoken without the benefit of our minds the candle burns the edges fray our best intentions waste away and everybody loves the things we ve done and on and on and on life appears weightless for everyone but me this world grows heavier everyday deterioration growin old before my time nobody cares never mind we all prey on a vain condition and the hoplessness of it all these days there s nothing we can trust the dreams we made we ve seen them fade trampled by our sad parade yet we re so pleased with what we ve done and on and on and i m done life appears weightless for everyone but me this world grows heavier everyday deterioration growin old before my time nobody cares the mind breaks down when it dies our machine s doubled in size to orchestrate the grand collapse i see us all trapped in its path there was a time we were unbound as if we d never hit the ground but just like rain we can t keep from fallin 