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