Gentle, the body breaks, another holiday year To begin, to end, to get lost inBut our arms admire the slightest pause To begin, to end, to get lost inBut who are you to blame? And who are you?You were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a soundYou were not supposed to know what's going onBut our art desires the violent start To begin, to end, to get lost inBut who are you to blame? And what's your claim to faith?The picket fence sustains To laugh off all our daysAnd laugh off allYou were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a soundYou were not supposed to know what's going onYou were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a soundYou were not supposed to know what's going onInstrumentalBefore you're there Let's tryLet's rememberBefore you're thereBefore you're thereLet's crumbleLet's crumbleBefore you're thereBefore you're thereLet's stumbleLet's stumbleBefore you're thereYou were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a soundYou were not supposed to know what's going onYou were not supposed to see this You were not supposed to hear a soundYou were not supposed to know what's going onTo knowTo knowTo knowTo knowTo knowTo know