Singing rare has it’s season 
I've been careful just trying to get it right 
Lyric fair, beauty sublime 
Such an opus is way ahead of time 

I am full of grand ideas 
I've been perfecting them for years 

Large as life, with a purpose 
Are we finally gonna play a gig 
Is it time, been rehearsing five years 
Still a way to go, better cancel it 

We plan, waiting for a break 
One can't rush into these things 

And we believed our mothers hung the moon 
We stayed asleep, forgetting what we knew 
And we will dream and never leave our rooms 
From our TV Teens to the tomb 

When I'm dead I'll be discovered 
They'll write a book about my life, my lovers 
A masterpiece isn't born in a day 
I'm so ambitious I hid myself away 

I'd fly, the envy of all man 
If I had guts to lift a pen 

When we were kids, delusion served us well 
But then we split to make fools of ourselves 
And we will dream and never leave the shelf 
From our TV Teens to the tomb 

We're still holding out our cups 
We will never give it up 

And we believed our mothers hung the moon 
We stayed asleep, forgetting what we knew 
And we will dream and never leave our rooms 
From our TV Teens to the tomb