Make an escape
Go out with a bang
Can't find your way home
I can show you some shortcuts of my own
Open up shop
The project's a flop
It'll be felt here for years
Still, nobody cares to care anymore
It looks like there's a crook
One who took it all, all, all that was given
One who accepted with care but then left it over there
Where you kept it, you kept it, you kept it
So let's get some rest
And it will come back
It will come back to reclaim us
Loose as a goose
So now let's make a truce
We can fly by the seat of our corduroy pants
And glance backward
It looks like there's a crook
One who took all, all, all that was given
One who accepted with care but then left it over there
Where you kept it, you kept it
So let's get some rest
And it will come back
It will come back to reclaim us
'Cause it's easy understanding all there is until it all just falls apart
All the pieces are remembered as a puzzle put together as art, only art