For our own fairy tale lies fairly far within ourselves
And for the sake of bringing it out, we take the books off the shelves
We recite the words with older voices equipped with new vices
Like a fimiliar phrase,we remember them, yet can't find it's fit
When change backs into the same corner, well it's a circle that begins and ends with our names
And for the sake of something to cry about, we find our rules created by someone else,
We remember their place and order, yet their structure lies word of mouth