And yet I suspect that you will be
Whatever the hell you wanna be
With red eyes and dirty fingers
A lot of work it'll take
To restrain and stay sane
Try to write words to explain
To explain
From 20,000 worlds away
And yet I suspect that you will be
Whoever the hell you're going to be
With crossed eyes and dirty gestures
A lot of work it'll take
To refrain and stay sane
Try to write words to explain
To explain and explain
From 20,000 worlds away