What a fucking mess have we got here?

Tell me everything you need to hear

Tell me that you hate it

When it's exactly how we made it

Things are never quite as they ap(pear)

Periodically I start to fear

That you would take a love and disappear

When I told you that I gave it

But you didn't want to save it

Do trees make sounds when no one else is (near)?

Nearly, somewhere we belong

It's so clearly that we're on our own

When all I am

Is a man with no goddamn sense

Still coming along

Still coming along

In half a million years will we be here?

Or will the Earth take back Her: land, and sea, and air

And when the aliens do find us

Will it be love that does remind us:

To be or not to be, is what is (fair)

Fairly I am certain You are there

And for the tragedy of man, you still shed tears

Did You put us on a timer?

Do You want us, sort of, kind of?

Do trees make sounds when no one else is (near)?

Nearly, somewhere we belong

It's so clearly that we're on our own

When all I am

Is a man with no goddamn sense

Still coming along

Still coming along

On your own again…

On our own again…