welcome to real life she saidnwhere love is blindnbut blind is paralyzednwell i've not moved in quite a whilenexcept to fall to my knees and screamnGod, please don't let me die here tonightnmorning's just a crooked nursenwho curses when she smilesnwhy don't we move to californianget over mornings for a whilenand kill the stars, we'll kill all the starsnshoot them one by onencause stars are only nightlightsnput in place of morning sunnni've got a feeling thatnif you're not here tomorrownwhen i wake upnmaybe i'll steal a rocketnfly it right into the sunnif we take back all we borrowedndoes that mean they've won?nni've had my face buried in my handsni've been building mansionsnon piles of quick sandnyou ask me to move mountainsnbut i can't move to standnwith our eyes closed and arms outstretchednwe'll find the promised landnnget to feeling thatnif i'm not here tomorrownthen when you wake upncould you stand to follow me into the sun?nwhen it's down to choke or swallownbaby, don't hold your toungennnow i've been walking over firentrying to find myself a nameni've got a head full of sermonsnthat just keep driving me insaneni know that we are all king's minstrelsnplaying on a broken stringnsome just lost the feelingnthe rest just never felt a thingnni've got a feeling thatnwe won't be here tomorrownwhen they wake upn'cause we'll be miles and miles and miles and miles awaynwhen the sun goes down tonightnit'll feel like yesterday