All those years

wanting to be here

All those tragedies I screamed at

and laughed at

and threw in the trash

And still they stand

their lives burn so bright

they've long since defined

what's wrong and what's right

Can't be sensitive

It's been done

What's left to be said

will be spoken in tongues



Rumors fly

from simple minds

Simple minds

but no simple lies



Being here after all this time

being laughed at

being judged

like being in bed with a porcupine

a thousand pricks against one



All those years

waiting to be here

All those songs they laughed at

ignored

and called out of tune

And still they stand

their lives burn so bright

they've long been defined

what's wrong and what's right

Can't be sensitive

It's been done

What's left to be said

will be spoken in tongues