DEATH BY IMAGINATION
 
Write it down
Before your memory fails you
Surprised to find
That your pen’s been used to impale you
Death by imagination is not hard
In this cruel, cruel world
The mind is free
To live separately
 
Oh, how far we’ll go
How far we’ll go
How far we’ll go
 
Try to go home
But soon your feet grow weary
When it’s love you hold
You know you won’t see clearly
My arms are open
My arms are open wide
I’m looking to embrace
All that’s passed me by
 
Oh, how far we’ll go
How far we’ll go
How far we’ll go
 
When the second-hand moves slowly
And you wonder why it is you’re lonely
When the ink spills on your pages
When you feel like you’ve been stuck for ages
When you feel like you’ve been stuck for ages
 
It’s time to come down
It’s time to come down
It’s time to come down
It’s time to come down
 
©2014 Noah Derksen (SOCAN/ASCAP). All rights reserved. Lyrics used by permission only.