Oh, stop the grinning, you're showing your teethAccompanying men, if you were to speakOh, outwitting those who believe youWhen are you going to learn?Crash, landing, or falling in placeI'm running from you, you're hiding from graceOh, you're demanding that your promises waitWe'll wait, watch as they turnThere was no fun on the groundYou can't spell our song without youThere is pain in the soundNo, I couldn't tellI'm sort of wishing you wellI've been built into the private skyNo one can goNo one can goHigher than highYou're sealing, I'm breaking it backI'm out in the spaces I climbI'm in search of natural joyIgnoring the words that seek to destroyBut I'm still spirit, quiet at timesI'm weaving between all the linesOh, there was no fun on the groundYou can't spell our song without youThere is pain in the soundNo, I couldn't tellI'm sort of wishing you wellBut I'm out of hereOh, outwitting those who believe youOh,Oh,Oh,OhOhOhOhOhOhOhOhOhOhAre you a fairly and average child? I built a temple and let you go wildYou fill your mouth with such vigilant lies When will your senses return?I hope you'll follow me round You can't spell a song without youBuried in pain in the sound No, I couldn't tellI'm sort of wishing you well, but II'm sort of wishing you well, but I