Be Brave

I'm not stuck in the middle
but I still don't know who to turn to
because when I ask directions
all I get is a frown and
the ones I love most are faded
statues, tributes, pixels, axles
yeah
glued to screens
who are we?
now i've thought this through
~who are you?

we traipse around like ghosts on a wall
we look like photographs
of blue giraffes
or the opera hall
but nobody's singing in their bathroom stall
so why are we here
with nobody at all?

yeah why are we here with nobody at all

there's nothing better than a climax to sort out the masses
into heroes, losers, holy people, and asses
yeah
there's a keyboard in front of you
so why aren't typing
the letters are labeled
and the thunder and lighting
won't last forever

Yeah
you and everybody are not doomed to sit and party
but when it's time to blow out the candles
nobody dares to wish on those candles

because there are angels on the moon
and gods in history
but when it comes to you and me
the magic must be stuttering