Soon enough you'll find the right man for you.
He'll call you up, show life's no waiting room.
He'll call you up from outside.
Nothing is sacred and no one cares.
The view ahead is flooded with the lakes of Narcissus.
Sat on the edge, waiting for you.
As others drop off, their leaps of faith.
Fear is all that subsists now.
The hunt for fate will be yours.
Soon enough you'll find me hiding under something,
Trying not to think of who I am to you.
Burn out. One flickers out.
We're not lost, we're stuck.
I'm figuring out how to live for you.