No you can't throw failure over your shoulder  If you don't look after - you gonna look back  No you can't hurry forward...it's holding you back  In the grip of an onset you run for a cover  To hide from your Mother and your sister  Your brother...through you long to tell of  The stone that remains - you can't move a  Muscle - you're wrapped up in chains...so you  Wait in your room - bound to the doom  To talk with the skeleton in the closet...  So you waited for days and you walked  In the maze and you lay on your bed  With your head in a daze and high in  A corner in a cupboard on a shelf  You turn a corner and walk into yourself  And you check your condition and your  Shape and your health...  So you open the door with a look  On your face, your hands in your  pockets and your family to face  And you go downstairs and you sit in  Your place...