Verse 1*    
    You can't keep me in
     I will never stay
    Release your jagged grip
     It will happen that way
   *(chords continue for 1 line)
    Yes, it will happen that way

Verse 2
    I will shove and budge
    Right past the other ones
    Down that hall of mirrors
    Staring into the sun
   (chords continue for 1 line)
    Yes, staring into the sun

Chorus
    So tell me please
    What is your remedy
    To release me from this freeze

    I feel that I have tried everything
    But now it's time to stop

Verse 3    
    Just need a breath of air
    Or a glimpse of light
    To get my mind prepared
    For this final flight
   (chords continue for 1 line)
    Yes, for this final flight

Verse 4
    There is no time to waste
    No not another try
    Release this emptiness
    With one final pry    
   (chords continue for 1 line)    
    Yes, with one final pry

Chorus
    So tell me please
    What is your remedy
    To release me from this freeze

    I feel that I have tried everything
    But now it's time to stop

Outro
    It's time to stop
    It's time to stop
    It's time to stop
    It's time to stop
    It's time to stop

Plastic lights and seat belts
Orange milk fingernails
Laughing just like you meant it
Whatever you do must sell

People will think that you're hostile
If you don't smile at a crime
And approach the commiter asking
Would you like lemon or lime

Nothing is what it is

The emptiness of it all
Vast, numbered, varied

All encompassing


It surrounds and it chokes

Life much like death
Light much like dark

So bitterly indifferent

There goes another empty beer
On another empty night
Wrapped up in heart ache
Paralyzed by fright

This vacant touch
So soft and so shallow

Moving without vigor
Lying weightless as silent

Detached from itself
So empty and so vague

Grasp each moment and each person
As though they were the last
Of which you could see or breath
And soon enough
The world will seem so lovely
I believe

It all seems to disappear
When you let it
For what is keeping it there
Other than the ferocity of your own
Which has faded
Like those designer jeans that were so important
At one time or another
But now have been left on the hanger
Waiting to unfold
To be worn as designed
So novel and so chic