don t even try don t go no you won t make all that cold wet dry don t let those hopes grow til they show their size no that s not only smoke creeping through the window holy ghosts control my space and time and they will find me in the end yes they will find me in the end i have not enough heart you ve been a lyin from the start my brains they always change they re not set in stone flap your wings dip into the dream we re getting ready to come home we re getting ready to come home we re getting ready to come home they re ready for us to come home my art is not that good art my art my art my art is not that good art you get off got off to a better start our success was never set in any stone i bent myself to bring you these marvelous things they blossom and they bloom into you i thought you might have wanted them too i thought you maybe wanted them too maybe you maybe wanted them too