| I broke fall from nothing much at all and tangled with the uninspired
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| I read pages of past ages and the workings of a lost mind
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| It’s the roaring of a bright sky that remains behind closed doors
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| Remember, these things are no ones but yours
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| Now someone somewhere is quoting Billy for me
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| But I’ve got taboo boundaries as they be
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| That make all the things I believed when I was seventeen
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| Just posters on walls, song lyrics and dreams
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| It took more than I could ask for and I hung on the edge of disgrace
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| I gave it back to wherever it came from and left without a face
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| And the hopelessness it rides us under a dark and helpless cloud
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| That watches over us so proud
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| And I lay here gently cut in two
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| With a crushing apathy against you
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| And like a heart of gold, I swing from inside busted ribcage bones
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| All the way home
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| And so now before I’m broke again, how long will it be
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| ‘Cause I’ve got taboo boundaries as they be
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| That make all the things I believed when I was seventeen
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| Just posters on walls, song lyrics and dreams |