Method Acting

There's no beginning to the storyA bookshelf sinks into the sand,And a language learned and forgot in turnIs studied once again,It's a shocking bit of footageViewed from a shitty TV screen,You can squint at it through snowy staticTo make out the meaning,And keep on stretching the antennaeHoping that it will come clearWe need some reception, a higher message,Just tell us what to fearCause I don't know what tomorrow brings,It's alive with such possibilitiesAll i know is I feel better when i sing,Burdens are lifted from me,That's my voice rising!

So Michael, please keep the tape rollingBoys, keep strumming those guitarsWe need a record of our failuresYes we must document our loveI have sat too long in my silenceI have grown too old in my painTo shed this skin, be born again,Oh it starts with the endingSo thank you friends for the time we sharedMy love stays with you like sunlight and airOh, how I truly wish I could keep hanging around hereBut my joy is covering me,Soon I will disappear

It's not a movie,No private screeningThis method acting,Well, I call that livingYea, it's like a fountain,A door has openedWe have a problem with no solutionBut to love and to be loved

So, I've made peace with the falling leavesI see their same fate in my own bodyBut I won't be frightened when I'm awoken from this dreamAnd returned to that which, gave birth to meAnd the story goesAnd the story goesIt goes on and on and on and on...