Count the ways to know on one end A number of things that might happen Your perspective, yeah, who else? The eyes of portraits move in stealth Keep myself here reclined For a long, long time and My hands tied at my side where I left them I'm aware the fact is that we grow old somewhat Still don't think I can bear to just see it happen ♪ Did you think it through well enough? Every day the sun's coming up Throwing ashes onto the lawn Still not sure where they belong Well, there's clowns abound To the planet's surface But they seem so earnest We could drop the pretense But still the plot won't make sense in the slightest And I know the fact is there's a lot that's working Still not sure what's behind the curtain Did you think it through well enough? Every day the sun's coming up Throwing ashes onto the lawn Still not sure where we went wrong I want to meet your ideal Want to tell you how I feel But my brain starts to win Feel my head start to spin Once my legs start to bend Hair will stiffen on my skin And I do not want to weep Just thought it would come again And I didn't want to pry But I could not close my eyes I would rather compromise But the curtain starts to rise