A fly on the window attracted to the light   His senses are imperfect   So they lead him to his plight   His life is now a struggle   But his freedom can begin   If he flies into the dark   And finds the door that he flew in   Things we knew for sure   Sometimes they're not the cure   We've got to rearrange our thinking   Or we're just like flies on glass   Rearrange our thinking   Or we're never gonna last   Up is down, wrong is right   When everything is backwards surely   Everything will always turn out right   Revealed in reflection   Night is day, day is night   When everything is backwards   Everything will turn out right   She's had a lot of lovers   'Cuz her dream is to be wed   Tries to lead them to the alter   But they won't go past her bed   And he's a party goer   Reputation is well known   He's really quite a scenester   But admits he feels alone   Sometimes I feel as if I'm bound   And life just gives me the run-around   So why waste your time ?   Put your feet on the ground   This world works in opposites that I've found   Things we knew for sure   Sometimes we need to correct them   Things we knew for sure   Sometimes we need to reject them