I heard this old story before
Where the people keep on killing for their metaphors
But don't leave much up to the imagination
So I want to give this imagery back
But I know it just ain't so easy like that
So I turn the page and read the story again and again and again
It sure seems the same with a different name
We're breaking and rebuilding and we're growing, always guessing
Never knowing
We're shocking but we're nothing
We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless
We're just human, amusing but confusing
We're trying, but where is this all leading?
We'll never know
It all happened so much faster than you can say disaster
Want to take a time-lapse and look at it backwards
Find the last word and maybe that's just the answer that we're after
But after all we're just a bubble in a boiling pot