What They Mean When They Say

Focusing myself

Finding clues in you and everyone else

Rots on a shelf

Believing men were saints

Sometimes these things aren't really supposed to work out this way

So what can you say

And finally there's no time like the moment to

Shine right through

I'm starting to understand what they mean when they say

This is gonna hurt

I'm still laughing at myself

Suspicious visions lay it all on somebody else

Cause I can't be held

Responsible for fame

Write down these words I can't understand what I create

It may be too late

And finally there's no time like the moment to

Shine right through

I'm starting to understand what they mean when they say

This is gonna hurt

If I'm asking

The wrong questions

Could you point me the right way

Cause what I've been searching for

Is something real, well defined

With Buddha's heart and Nostradamus's thorn in my side

Let the feelings come to light

And the sound, it's our life

We can keep it up all night

And day sideways endlessly through and down

Round and round and round and round and round and round

Till finally there's no time like the moment to

Shine right through

I'm starting to understand what they mean when they say

This is gonna hurt

This is gonna hurt