this is not a fairytale. this is a song with reason about the old. the centuries. before we had it all. of bleeding men envisioning a life they could believe in. and still prone to ball and chain, with minds unbound by law. i said have we really found it all. please don't stop the rain. this is now a fairytale. the hero has come and gone. we suffocated our sensory. born delusional. obedient to convenience. it helps to lose the cause. that's why we prove to carry on. never realizing we have been starting over going nowhere. at the same time we think we're moving on. are we damned to suffer. in time we'll accept our atrophy. begin to start to relapse. in time we'll forget your accomplishments. its too soon for you to stop living