when you got to the gates, what did they say? what did they say?
they said, "what you trying to prove...you're gonna give us away!
making those sounds down on the ground, thats no place...
we tried to buy the time for you to give it up,
maybe stumble and fall under the weight..."

scottie, there comes a day, where we begin again,
we begin again, we begin again,
and you'll recognize it then, you'll recognize it then,
you can feel it in your face, you can feel it in your step,
you can feel it in your veins, you'll recognize the end
and then begin again.

and then floating on your back, what did you see? what did you see?
did you dive too deep? like you always did
and when you made your move, did the wolf move too? did she breathe you in?
we tried to figure out if when your lungs filled up
with the memphis blue muck, did you still sing on? did you still sing:

scottie, there comes a day, where we begin again,
we begin again, we begin again,
and you'll recognize it then, yeah, will i recognize you then?
will i feel it in the face? could i see it in the step? could i hear it in the veins?
could i communicate it then? could i communicate the grace?
could i bring it in? could i bring it out?
only in my dreams, i'm just a selfish little kid, too ready to receive,
more ready to give in, than to begin again.

this is nowhere good enough
this is nowhere close enough
this is nowhere pure enough
this is nowhere good enough