Cold in a panic
Keep me away from this
In this damp air
There’s ignorance in bliss
Have you ever seen
When the stars go out
And it blackens the scenery?
No way around it
I’m sorry I may not amount to much
In secret I’m dirty
And I’ve chosen to give up
There’s something about your motives
That never answer the questions
The ending of all disasters
Will invoke reform
Invoke the progress
Of a simple mind in the factory
Invoke the progress
When the stars go out and it blackens the scenery
