If our days get passed like magazines

And all of the friends we make are the pictures inside

Then I would choose the symmetries of time

And if our days drip like icicles

Shrink as the sun comes up, get bigger at night

Then you would choose to wake up when it's light

But are you gonna be inspired when

You think the earth shakes perfectly?

If every night's the same and she'll bring it up again to you?

Or are you gonna be inspired if it turns out what is permanent?

If half your life's the same, will the other half be made to change?

If stars say that they hate when they're talked about

Is it such a drag when you make a famous person feel bad?

And really, does anybody miss them when they're gone?

And with the Rorschach shapes out in front of you

If you took the dark parts of me, would the other half true?

Then am I just reflecting all the ways you can't shake off?

But are you gonna be inspired when

You think the earth shakes perfectly?

If every night's the same and she'll bring it up again to you?

Or are you gonna be inspired if it turns out what is permanent?

If half your life's the same, will the other half be made to change?