While we're on the subject
 Could we change the subject now?
 I was knocking on your ear's door
 but you were always out
 Looking towards the future
 We were begging for the past
 Well we knew we had the good things
 But those never seemed to last
 Oh please just last
 Everyone's unhappy
 Everyone's ashamed
 Well we all just got caught looking
 At somebody else's page
 Well nothing ever went
 Quite exactly as we planned
 Our ideas held no water
 But we used them like a damn
 Oh, and we carried it all so well
 As if we got a new position
 Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
 Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
 Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
 Of course everyone goes crazy
 Over such and such and such
 We made ourselves a pillar
 We just used it as a crutch
 We were certainly uncertain
 At least I'm pretty sure I am
 Well we didn't need the water
 But we still built that good goddamn
 Oh, and I know this of myself
 I assume as much for other people
 Oh, and I know this all myself
 We've listened more to life's end gong
 Than the sound of life's sweet bells
 Was it even worth it?
 Was there all that much to gain?
 Well we knew we'd miss the boat
 And we'd already missed the plane
 We didn't read the invite
 We just danced at our wake
 All our favorites were playing
 So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
 Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of tiny hands
 A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all them folks
 Sitting drifting around on bubbles then (thinking it was us that carried them)
 When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat
 Oh, and we carried it all so well
 As if we got a new position
 Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
 But not the skills to make a shelf with
 Oh, what useless tools ourselves