One may think we were approved//
but we need lies to make things right//and in the end its neither way//for in the end its always night//if i had to lay it out for you//
it wouldn't be so epically tuned//
but when your ready to listen to my words//
tell me so i can get you immuned//
i would never touch a single note//
you laid on the table for me to hear//for if you ever did the same//
our journey would end with the words in my ear//
