There's a limited amount of fact in this world 
So I'll have to resort to fiction 
You said I should try silence 
But you don't know my addiction 
You got over my addiction 
Verse 2 
You can never repair all the cracks that form 
To blur a young man's vision 
You can wrap me up in cotton wool 
I won't go into remission 
But is that really living? 
Instrumental 
It's an expensive show and a timeless show 
It's a dangerous expidition 
I came here with some friends of mine 
But they left at intermission 
Got up and left at intermission