Old mister fun is back 

Wonder where he's been hiding at 

Hanging round the edge 

Walls unfortified, inside 

No different, patchwork hack 

Toil away on an unlaid track 

Falls closing in, got nowhere to hide 

This time 

Finding ceilings low 

I'm too big or this room's too small 

Why's my ceiling another's floor 

Past twisted, expected wrap 

Attention span increasingly short 

Hard to breathe, this altitude will get you high 

I've tried 

Finding ceilings low 

I'm too big or this room's too small 



Why's my ceiling another's floor 

And nobody can tell you 

It's a moment in time 

That defines and deforms you 

Finding ceilings low 

I'm too big or this room's too small 

Why's my ceiling another's floor 

And nobody can tell you 

It's your moment in time 

Write me over, false reporter 

Can't you let me shine 

Write me over, false reporter 

Can't you let me shine 

And nobody can tell you 

It's a moment in time 

That defines and deforms you