Method Acting

There's 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 at it through snowy static

To make out the meaning

And keep on stretching the antennae

Hoping that it will come clear

We need some reception, a higher message

Just tell us what to fear

'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings

It's alive with such possibilities

All 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 rolling

Boys, keep strumming those guitars

We need a record of our failures

Yes, we must document our love

I've sat too long in my silence

I've grown too old in my pain

To shed this skin, be born again

Oh, it starts with the ending

So, thank you friends for the time we shared

My love stays with you like sunlight and air

You know I truly wish I could keep hanging around here

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, yeah

It's like a fountain

A door has 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 frightened when I'm awoken from this dream

And returned to that which, gave birth to me

Gave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me

And the story goes

And the story goes

And it goes on and on and on and on

It's going on and on and on and on

It's going on and on and on and on

It's going on and on and on and on

It's going on and on and on and on

It's going on and on and on and on

It's going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on