All the notebooks in the world can never hold the lives I holdnBut I've gotta make them realnIt's like covering a bird in solid steelnAll of these thoughts that I concealnThrough silencennAll the hearts in this red world can never hold the love I holdnBut I'm throwing it awaynIt's like swimming in oceans made of claynSwimming in circles 'round the baynSo blindly nnWell feed me out to the lionsnMy heart's a liarnFeed me out to the lionsnnwell I make excuses pass the bucknI play the crowd but it’s down to me not lucknWhen the lights are onnnThe dreaming clouds they’re living innThey try to hide their master fearnBut their tears they catch on firenAnd as they drop they dance with my desirenDon’t think a plane could get much highern(plane could get much higher)nHigher than I do nnJust on imagination, just on hopenJust on the thought that you will someday have a facenGive me a beat and real soundnMaybe some feet on this cold groundnTo find younnWell feed me out to the lionsnIf I say this one more timenFeed me out to the lionsnnI beg, I hope, I wish, I praynBut that’s not gonna send me on my waynWhen the lights come on