I was mothered like an orchid tethered to eternal sights I hurried home in orbit, close to where I know I’m fine No edge of the seat, no arms ever broken, you see
I waited for the crash to come Too many days with too little to do I waited, but nothing came at all So many days spent in empty rooms
The little drum inside behaves itself until you turn 25 And then it strikes this all we've lived this long and only ever half alive
I waited for the crash to come Too many days with too little to do I waited but nothing came at all So many days spent in empty rooms
It’s too late for a wasted youth All quiet on the eastern front and We dare not move It’s too late to wage a war It’s all quiet on the eastern front and We are all bored
