Beautiful surface with a terrible depth All will be right in the end There is some truth in our foolish beliefs We must choose our battles carefully Overtime Overworked Overtired Overture Searching for what I know where you I feel what you need Maybe it's something I've got Nearly there We're nearly there Nearly there We're nearly there Open me up and the world disappears You can see what exactly is happening in there Could be too small to observe with the eye Likely a limit of capacity Vitals stay in fixed position Won't do something new till an image listens All the options lead to mostly nothing Put my feet on the ground but they're barely touching Nearly there We're nearly there