In order to fully explain my actions
I must first start with the beginning of it all

At the peak of last fall is where I made my fall
Right down the sinking stairway to heaven
There was no one left that I could call
I was back at the age of seven
The water under the bridge
it runs slowly now
for the ghost on the other side
has called it back.

Oh, how I wish to lie under the branches of your knowledge
Under the shade, out from the harmful yearning rays
Of a son that has lost its ways
and a sun, now hidden by haze
But there, a door, it has been opened now
and the thoughts and fears come rushing out
Over flowing your once empty cup
and now you just can't seem to get enough

Your space is being filled in with little monsters and demons
and your eyes can't seem to leave my face.