Of lights who've faded out before here becomes the same
When I'm cloaked from too much of what I can't describe
Kept at bay in some regard despite what she wrote
I've been frozen in a side display where nothing amounts...
To anything

Took a journey back to sometime just to find out
If I could locate another improbable passage way
Penetrate the wall and the rock, and the rock echos back
My thoughts are a gas
I'm not going to crash...
Into anyone

And often asked
What do you know
Just what was handed down to me
Slipped graciously into the happy homes
Broken to the frequently opposed
How must I build this champion
Out of their own wasted flesh
Is this supposed to do that
Through it all I'll pass
Cause my thoughts are a gas
My thoughts are a gas/aghast
My thoughts are a gas