Be advised our language is deciphered Every pause, itself, adds on a word Sentences like clocks in perfect order Everything is said and nothing's done Oh, I've long held that the ride is done Live with attachment to torture those that you love Mirrors line the long, unending hallway Where I see myself until I'm gone How's the me that's hidden by the long way That my image has to travel Oh I've escaped and I can't step out of the light When I realize the distance was an effect of the night