At a certain point, you stopped dreaming;
I guess you thought all your dreams had come true.
Run away, as far from home as you can;
don't forget me.
It's time to grow your hair out against the wall that I put you inside.
There are pieces; there they are.
There are pieces inside your head; there are pieces.
There you are, and there you are.
At a certain point, you stopped sleeping;
I guess you thought you could go on that way.
It's time to grow your hair out against the wall that I put you inside.
The first song is over; now the time has come for another one.
At a certain point, this tells the story
about that special someone who is falling through the system;
and all the people who are there just to remind you,
that all the photographs are there just to forget you.