If I was wrong, I'd rather Just go dark tonight Take some side exit out Rather than reach the end to find That all I thought there was to read Between each and every line Was a loop returning to itself And useless by design Where I'd land In the antechamber Right outside your door Why'd you let it get that far? What'd you do it for? It's all washed away If I was wrong I'd rather It'd have been a dream Than to have to sort back through the story And be forced to learn anything I'd rather wake inside the mercy of The morning's news to me That I'm free of whatever sentence Was handed down to me in sleep Where I'd land In the antechamber Right outside your door Why'd you let it get that far? What'd you do it for? It's all washed away There's no antechamber There's no god-damn door Why'd I let it get that far? What'd I do that for? It's all washed away