All those years  wanting to be here  All those tragedies I screamed at  and laughed at  and threw in the trash  And still they stand  their lives burn so bright  they've long since defined  what's wrong and what's right  Can't be sensitive  It's been done  What's left to be said  will be spoken in tongues  Rumors fly  from simple minds  Simple minds  but no simple lies  Being here after all this time  being laughed at  being judged  like being in bed with a porcupine  a thousand pricks against one  All those years  waiting to be here  All those songs they laughed at  ignored  and called out of tune  And still they stand  their lives burn so bright  they've long been defined  what's wrong and what's right  Can't be sensitive  It's been done  What's left to be said  will be spoken in tongues