This is the way out,
My screen says this to me even now,
Looking deep beyond the colors,
Oh well,
Apparently nothing,
Nothing at all.
It all flows from the center,
As I sit here.
My favorite song is on now,
And I think it's getting to the point where I can be myself again,
But who says that there is a myself.
And what determines if I can be it?
And would I not have to of already been it at one point, in order to be myself again.
As I look up from my screen I see the snow is falling again,
Makes me feel a bit chill without you,
I always feel better with you,
Holding your hands,
Warming them,
Because they are always cold...
We could watch the earth come up...
It all spins so slowly,
But, god, it is so beautiful...
This is the way out you know?
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do...
All of us under it's spell...
As I sit here and dream away the day.
It all comes from the center,
The core,
This is the way out...
And the kids aren't alright.

Time to go,
Screen off,
Power down.