sliding down that final stretch of highway i pass beside you and my mind comes alive gotta find a way to the person inside skip my turn follow you to the city i scale the walls of a high rise to the sky and see you yelling and i don t know why i m hiding in that empty room behind a pile of impending doom it must have been a bad idea better stop stacking it up i don t know why i got so lost and how long i ve been gone you re meeting with an old tycoon in a conference table another sketch of a higher tower is drawn and your voice is becoming my favorite song as the nights of reason stand on the way of clinging i step out and plead until they take me away but another idea begins to inflame on chairs stacked up to your room i serenade you with a thought balloon it says it must have been a bad idea to start stacking it up i don t know why i got so lost and how long i ve been gone melt an ancient town from rocks and bones on sand they find your glassy tower sheets waves crash up and the spiders beam from the top of the world we scope out what we know but sandy land out there makes you feel all alone when the odd static gets me i walk up slow piece by piece you break your own down and as it tumbles to the ground i say it must have been a bad idea to keep stacking it up i don t know why i got so lost and how long it must have been a mad idea to start stacking it up must have been a bad idea to start stacking it up