| It adds up spending a lifetime chasing shadows around |
| Trying to change where the sun comes from |
| Tracking dots on a screen, that could just be birds |
| Or some one or thing that wants to come in to your home |
| And live there instead of you |
| You’ve got panic in your eyes, and in your mind |
| Built like the columns in the sky you made for us all to climb on |
| But that all got pulled down, and you had to watch it |
| Digging more holes to pay for your principles |
| That just get filled up, it got too much to take in |
| This, this this |
| Is this what you thought it would be, wanted it to be? |
| Made it all up in your mind about it |
| Is this where you thought it would go? |
| One too many times taken away without anybody caring |
| It was all too early alone in your hotel room |
| Letting that broken heart guide you |
| It’s only showing you more of what you’ve been having |
| Behind your door on the 33rd story |
| The only friends on your side are the birds on your window |
| Not the ones that want to take everything you’ve made |
| And use it for their own |
| And tell you nothing you wanted to make made sense |
| Do you want to tear the world apart or the one inside of you |
| This, this this |
| Is this what you thought it would be, wanted it to be? |
| Made it all up in your mind about it |
| Is this where you thought it would go? |
| The interchange |
| The currents on your fingernails |
| The energy in the sky |
| Where everyone can see |
| Traced over and over above the trees |
| And inside of them |
| The birds that fly free |
| And the ones that stay |
| They’re made the same |
| But what makes them brave? |
| I think it’s struggle |
| Pacing over above the trees and on them |
| The towers, the gravity of it |
| The walls that get built out of necessity |
| Or to rip the world apart |
| And make a space by cutting out the trees all around them |
| The burden of being connected |
| The risk of failure and no reward |
| Sit down, be slow, where else can you go? |
| It won’t erase all the places you’ve come from |
| Is this what you thought it would be? |
| Cruel world, in the hands of so few |
| Where everyone can be of use |
| You want gold? |
| You can have it |
| Dig in the ground, and question |
| Ask questions |
| You’re made of the same things |
| You’re going into that same ground |
| Is this what you wanted it to be? |
| Giving ‘em both barrels |
| Whatever it takes |
| And picking up the pieces later |
| Fighting to come alive |
| Wanting to want |
| To fix what’s broke |
| A ghost living inside |
| Of broken rusty skin |
| This! |
| Is this the way you thought it would go? |
| Still good, mostly new |
| With a brilliant love to give inside |
| With nothing to hide |
| Dozens have failed |
| I dare you to try |
| Getting it all out |
| Leaving it all behind |
| It’s hard to believe it’s killing you |
| But it’s killing you |
| Is this what you thought it would be? |