Take what you've got,   Take comfort in that everything you know,   Or seen will soon be a nonexistent dot.   Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?   An illusion or delusion of grandeur.      Half of what I say is bliss,   The other half is meaningless:   Comefortable lines.   Waiting for the clock to heal us.   Lost and found,   But never touched.   Another beating heart is lost:   Interesting lies.   Waiting for the clock to heal us.      Alone in our rooms,   Miserable,   A tornado or an owl,   Come back and isolate the balance.   Nothing is real;   Your heart on your sleeve,   Just another lie,   Transcend the pride,   Oh the chemicals.      Half of what I say is bliss,   The other half is meaningless:   Comefortable lines.   Waiting for the clock to heal us.   Lost and found,   But never touched.   Another beating heart is lost:   Interesting lies.   Waiting for the clock to heal us.      Take your time,   Nothingness is something and something is nothing.      Half of what I say is bliss,   The other half is meaningless:   Comefortable lines.   Waiting for the clock to heal us.   Lost and found,   But never touched.   Another beating heart is lost:   Interesting lies.   Waiting for the clock to heal us.      Yeah, ohhh