On the fading side of the 40th floor|When more or less what's less is more|And trauma's where the drama used to be|A simple sign, an epiphany|What you thought you knew now makes no sense|Everything seems so intense, |All these conflicts with confidence|What was small is now immense|I don't know| |Sweeping souls up off the floor|I'm in a room that has no door|I'm on a sea that has no shore|I've taken it all, can I take more (?)|See the sky, don't see a star|I'm on the causeway without a car|Taking a swing but can't make par|I wanna go home, but it's too far|I don't know| |I thought that this would be reverse|But what was good is feeling worse|I always knew there's pain in bliss|What used to hit is now a miss|I'd trade it all for just one kiss| |I thought that hope could be relief|That faith implies some kind of disbelief|Like Constantine, the artful thief|Leading a tribe without a chief|I know that we are here to learn|Love is a page that has to turn|We treat each other with concern|And everything I touch is bound to burn|I don't know| |I'm staring down the barrel of|Something I can't be sure of|Outcome this uncertainty?|I'm not blind, but I can't see|What the hell is wrong with me?|Now you tell me to relax|Every time my heart attacks|Youth is wasted on the young|There are songs should not be sung|Paintings that should not be hung,|In all of our humanity|The only thing that sets us free |Is when we level hates' debris|And live inside our|Solidarity|Solidarity|Solidarity