why are you surprised
  nobody's arrived
  the thoughts on people's minds are
  we're nothing
    must you be so blind
  not to realize
  everybody's thoughts
  mean something
    it goes to bed...
    nothing stays the same
  all we do is blame
  but we're the one's at fault
  no one's perfect
    i'll tell it like it is
  we don't belong in this biz
  so pack up your vintage life
  we're leaving
    it goes to bed...
    they say what they think they know
  and they know what's on television
  they dress how the others dress
  and they feel without the truth of even feeling
    it goes to bed...