Method Acting

There's no beginning to the story
A bookshelf sinks into the sand
And a language learned and forgot in turn
Is studied once again
It's a shocking bit of footage
Viewed from a shitty TV screen
You can squint at it through snowy static
To make out the meaning
And keep on stretching the antennae
Hoping that it will come clear
We need some reception, a higher message
Just tell us what to fear
'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings
It's alive with such possibilities
All I know is I feel better when I sing
Burdens are lifted from me
That's my voice rising!

So Michael, please keep the tape rolling
Boys, keep strumming those guitars
We need a record of our failures
Yes, we must document our love
I've sat too long in my silence
I've grown too old in my pain
To shed this skin, be born again
Oh, it starts with the ending
So, thank you friends for the time we shared
My love stays with you like sunlight and air
You know I truly wish I could keep hanging around here
My joy is covering me

Soon I will disappear

It's not a movie
No private screening
This method acting
Well, I call that living, yeah
It's like a fountain
A door has opened

We have a problem with no solution
But to love and to be loved

So, I've made peace with the falling leaves
I see their same fate in my own body
But I won't be frightened when I'm awoken from this dream
And returned to that which, gave birth to me
Gave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me

And the story goes
And the story goes
And it goes on and on and on and on
It's going on and on and on and on
It's going on and on and on and on
It's going on and on and on and on
It's going on and on and on and on
It's going on and on and on and on
It's going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on