Too much time spent thinking of ways to die.   Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes from the sun   I'll try to be more open in my hope for our time   Blur the lines dividing what is ours and what is mine.   Mother Theresa's been working nights   Say no more, I'm on my way   Gandhi's getting fed up, he's looking for a fight   Say no more, I'm on my way   And we all go down   And we all go down again   "I swore I'd bring you something sort of mine...   Hands above my head, stealing sunlight from the sky   And I lost myself when you went away--"   "Say no more, I'm on my way"   "--Anyway... 'bye" and we all go down   And we all go down again   I will pass on things that I've been shown   You'll see too why I feel so alone in this world   I'll try to be more open with my hope for our time   blur the lines dividing what is ours   And what is mine   Say no more, I'm on my way   to the sky