Television blizzard burying the storyline The stolen route, the suicide knife I carelessly leave sitting out Myths of scattered ash the aftermaths the standing lasts In painted caves in tidal waves Is the twisting fabric of doubt Well it came and saw and it conquered all And the greatest plan Was a flash of love, of luck, of lightning Tucked away in molecules in vestibules in schools Are obscure rules, electric tools And a method to this madness So we opened our mouths and started asking questions Pointed telescopes at planets, pointed fingers, pointed weapons And predicted our demise with our own imaginations Tombs we constructed for future generations I thought it was clear, I thought I was dead I thought that I was going to hell and I would never see you again I thought it through and I'd rather change my mind That behind the starry curtain there's nothing left to find