life is endlessly changing,
and the spinning axis just won't quit.
it's not the sort of bye you dream of,
it's not the sort of hello you despise.
you give up everything that you've loved.
you give up your belief and reasons,
why, it's all for the same cause.

we grow older, we grow tired.
seen through the eyes of unknowing,
you never expected to love your life.
and in the weirdest atmosphere,
you find yourself lifted through the flames.

a simple note, a bumblebee hum.
it's all grown too far away to grasp.
i've wanted to deny this from the beginning,
i've needed to deny this for my own need.
i couldn't bare the feeling of numbness.
take me, take me, bring me to your feet.

these things we call objects, we love dearly.
when in reality we are all just acts,
acts of objects that have been priced higher,
objects that have disappeared.
the shooting stars you've wished so hard on,
the plenty coins you tossed into the well,
it never mattered, because the star would change directions,
and the well water would be layered with other dreams.