No news,
That's good news,
Someone's gonna break,
See things change.
I've been changing everything,
It's peaceful,
The pitch black,
When the last light on goes out.
I'm stranded,
In my bed,
So I think about,
The bad luck,
The bad blood,
That may have come between,
Two good souls.
That's one hell of an offering.
So take these gifts that have been given,
And ended up with an alphabet,
But some words are too wrong to define.
Now the whole world is waking up.
A ribbon cut for the opening.
We all knew that day would arrive.
Up all night,
All upset.
The outside's growing light.
No breakfast,
Just not much of an appetite.
So be cool,
And believe in the things you haven't learned,
'Cause you lost,
And it's gone,
But it will return.
Now it's all laid out in front of you,
And that's half murdered the mystery.
Are you still to shy to describe?
Now the whole world is waking up.
A ribbon cut for the opening.
Yes, finally the day has arrived,
So seek,
And rejoice.
Fill your hands with something tangible,
And fly your love,
Like a flag,
And destroy the desire,
For that which is impossible,
And accept what you get with a smile.