when the world was all material   i stood amongst a mess   observing those lines   in imaginary lines in books   and nameless pages      the sky is falling   we fell thru   and we fell through   woah; we fell through   woahh; i climbed at the top   it was there that i conclude   that we fell so short in search of the truth      when the world was a question   i stood amongst your hypothesis   analyzing the data   realizing we were never in need of a world that's a dream      we laid amongst our pillows    with our eyes closed shut   and the door ripped wide open      my sky is falling   i climbed at the top   it was there that i conclude    that we fell so short in search of the truth   we fell so short in search of the truth   we fell so short in search of the truth