Method Acting

There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand

And a language learned and forgot, in turn, is studied once again

It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen

You can squint through snowy static to make out the meaning

Just keep on stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come clear

We need some reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear

Because I don't know what tomorrow brings. It is alive with such possibilities

All I know is I feel better when I sing. Burdens are lifted from me, that is my voice rising!

So Michael, please keep the tape rolling. Boys keep strumming those guitars

We need a record of our failures. We must document out love

I have sat too long in my silence. I have grown too old in my pain

To shed this skin, be born again, it starts with an ending

So thank you friends for the time we shared. My love stays with you like sunlight and air

Oh how I truly wish I could keep hanging around here, but my joy is covering me

Soon, I will disappear

It's not a movie, no private screening. This method acting, well, I call that living

It's like a fountain, a door has been opened. We have a problem with no solution

but to love and to be loved

So, I've made peace with the falling leaves. I see their same fate in my own body

But I won't be afraid when I am awoken from this dream and returned to that

which gave birth to me. And the story goes on and on and on and on...