I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night, Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright. Beams of blue come flickering through my windowpane, Like Gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame. And I wonder if you know, that I never understood, that Although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would. Moonlight use to bath the contours of your face. Chestnut hair fell all around the pillowcase. And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head, A sympathy bouquet left with a love that's dead. And I wonder if you know, that I never understood, That although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would. Never thought the words you said were true. Never thought you said just what you meant. Never knew how much I needed you. Never thought you'd leave, until you went. Morning comes and morning goes with no regret. Evening brings the memories I can't forget. Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs, Empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs. And I wonder if you know, that I never understood, That although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would.

If we can call them friends then we can call them on red telephones And they won't pretend that they're too busy or they're not alone If we can call them friends then we can call Holler at 'em down these hallowed halls Just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all Don't Don't you worry About the atmosphere Or any sudden pressure change 'Cause I know That it's starting To get warm in here And things are Starting to get strange And did you Did you see how All our friends were there And drinkin' roses from the can And how How I wish I I had talked to them And wished they Fit into the plan And we were tired of being mild We're so tired of being mild And we were tired I know we're gonna meet someday In the crumbled financial institutions of this land There will be tables and chairs There will be pony rides and dancing bears There'll even be a band 'Cause listen after the fall there'll be no more countries No currencies at all We're gonna live on our wits We're gonna throw away survival kits Trade butterfly knives for adderall And that's not all Woah There will be snacks, there will There will be snacks, there will be There will be snacks And we were tired of being mild We were so tired of being mild And we were so tired So don't you Don't you worry About the atmosphere