Well I feel we're tourists here And I fear that we'll bear the brunt of a lot of ignorant fools I'll lose my way through these fields of my formative years I said cheers for all of your lectures on the one true cause As I vague my way through the blue abandoned pause Honey there's a way to your words And it burns all the skin from my bones And lightning out of my eyes starts fires on stars turn them all off and My formative years are just spent here making all this Irrelevant noise As it disappears in the blue abandoned pause Falling on my head And this coat in my arms belongs to the ones I wish to warm in my heart Yeah I'll start with you, put it on dear And these wasted years I fear that we'll bear no children and All the fruit of our loins will spread Like dust through this dust bowl of My formative years are just spent here listening to your irrelevant lies As they make their way through a blue abandoned sky Falling on my head The sky Falling on my head The sky Falling on my head The sky