I’ll tell you about how the birds really fly
I’ll tell you about how the stars touch the sky

I’ll tell you about how the paint is cracked
I’ll tell you, just to be exact

When you’re waiting for tomorrow to come
I’ll let you know,
I’ll be gone when you’re done

Do you know why
I look at you with these eyes?
Do you know why
I look at the skies?

I’ll tell you about how the tides change
I’ll tell you about how you stayed the same

I’ll tell you about how it tastes when you lie
I’ll tell you about how the stars touch the sky

When you’re done waiting for tomorrow to come
I’ll tell you why I’m done

Do you know how it tastes when you lie?
Do you know how it feels when you die?

Do you know why
I’ll be gone tomorrow

When it comes?