Painted morning on the air
Turned around and disappeared
Does it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
By the moments on the headTaken in and worn again
Does it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
We don't know...We don't know...We don't know...We don't know...
There's a hole of all the missedSomething gone and something livesDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
All the gone eyes see the raysEvery moment every wayDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
There's a hole of all the missedSomething gone and something livesDoes it seem so wrongDoesn't seem so wrong
We don't know...
We don't know...
We don't know...
We don't know...

We don't know...
We don't know...
We don't know...
We don't know...

Born in a riddleAway, so far away from hereCaught in the middleAway, so far awayFalling a littleAway, so far away from hereBorn in a riddleWay so far away

Black supernova got you wishing on a dark star10 million light years and you wonder where you areA ray of sunshine saw you shooting through the night skyYou might have gone too far
Born in a riddleAway, so far away from hereCaught in the middleAway, so far awayFalling a littleAway, so far away from hereBorn in a riddleWay so far away
I'll cross the darkness like a neutron in the white skyElectric orbit, you're a magnet in the lightRadio scramble like a pulsar in your dead mindExploding in my eyes
Born in a riddleAway, so far away from hereBorn in a riddleWay so far away
Black supernova caught you wishing on a dark star10 billion light years and you'll wonder where you areA ray of sunshine couldn't shoot you through the night skyYou might have gone too far
Born in a riddleAway, so far away from hereBorn in a riddleWay so far away

In the dawningWhen the sky is lowOn my shouldersEverywhere I go
You're blueSo blue
Shallow waterAnd I'm drowning slowAny longerAnd I'll stay below
You're blueSo blue
You're blueSo blue
In the dawningWhen the sky is lowOn my shouldersEverywhere I go
You're blueSo blue

The letter dropped
You left it lost
Or wouldA note was left
Inside your head
For you
The vacant lot
That marks your spot
Is stillWhere nothing moves
And moments marked
Your will
It keeps coming around…
The empty chair
The shadows there
RemainWith blinds pulled down
And prayers cried out
In vain
The silhouette
That set against
The lightShines where eyes
Can't see beyond
The sky
It keeps coming around...