You talk of your past
As if your future lasts
A trade with you appendages
Hold half of what you grasped
But we look, we look back to a time when
We all knew the words and
We were lost and we were all at sea
And this is not the end, no
This is not the start of something beautiful
It's the death of something great
Now to bite the hand that feeds
Is nothing more to me
And if that makes me a child
Then I guess we all agree
But we looked, we looked back to a time when
We all knew the words and
We were lost and we were all at sea
And this is not the end, no
This is not the start of something beautiful
It's the death of something great
I tried my best but I could see
That you were never really ever listening
To me
And I tried my best but I could see
That you were never really ever listening
To me
Are you even listening?
Cause I'm not really sure
Are you even listening?
Cause I'm not really sure
Are you even listening?
Cause I'm not really sure
Are you even listening?
Are you even listening?