Intro: The mice tell bedtime stories Lullabies turned blue A crib song for the baby who has figured out the ruse I travelled half way 'round the world to tell a story with no end The dirt under a nation Forsaken, on the mend I could say that for a moment it all made perfect sense No one holding posture, nothing heaven-sent Hold the hand that leads you, there's no god here to believe What matters moves around us in the air we breathe. Instrumental: