No more questions, please   No more tests   Comes the day you say, 'What for?'   Please no more      We disappoint, we disappear, we die, but we don't   They disappoint in turn, I fear   Forgive, though, they won't      No more riddles   No more jests   No more curses you can't undo, left by fathers you never knew   No more quests   No more feelings. Time to shut the door   Just No more      Running away, let's do it   Free from the ties that bind   No more despair, or burdens to bear   Out there in the yonder   Running away, go to it   Where did you have in mind?   Have to take care unless there's a 'where'   You'll only be wandering blind   Just more questions different kind   Where are we to go?   Where are we ever to go?   Running away, we'll do it   Why sit around, resigned?   Trouble is, son, the farther you run   The more you'll be wandering blind   For what you have left undone, and more   What you've left behind   We disappoint, we leave a mess, we die, but we don't      We disappoint in turn, I guess. Forget, though, we won't   Like father, like son   No more giants waging war   Can't we just pursue our lives, with our children and our wives   'Til that happy day arrives, how do you ignore   All the witches, all the curses   All the wolves, all the lies, the false hopes, the good-bye's   The reverses   All the wondering what even worse is still in store   All the children   All the giants   No more