Misinformation Is passed along as wisdom of the age But it's twisted words keep logic in a cage Relations squandered Two ways of life With paths that never reach They keep searching for answers in a text to old to teach They keep standing in line, their actions benign But anger starts to surface The resentment in her eyes It's clear, it won't disappear He keeps holding on tight, pathetic the sight Of longing desperation But in the back of his mind He knows the end is near Finally We face the day But block the sun It's bright light, it seems unbearable You spread your wings And sail away Proving that your feelings for me Are disposable Communication Like speacking in tongues Incoherent noise But the root of the problem is what she avoids The end of an era The end of the line The end of perfect life They're only audible wounds Yet they still cut like a knife Finally We face the day But block the sun It's bright light, it seems unbearable You spread your wings And sail away Proving that your feelings for me Are disposable