First thing we climb a tree, and maybe then we talk
Or sit silently, and listen to our thoughts
Illusions of some day, casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal, this is our life
And that's where the hornet stung me
And I had a feverish dream, with revenge and doubt
Tonight we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a cent-ury
< small break >
Stare in the mornin' shroud, and then the day began
I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand
Rain falls in real time, the rain fell through the night
No dress rehearsal, this is our life
But that's when the hornet stung me
Then I had a serious dream, with revenge and doubt
Tonight we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century But this is our life
You are ahead by a century But this is our life
You are ahead by a cent-ury
< Brief break >
You are ahead by a century But this is our life
You are ahead by a century But this is our life
You are ahead by a cent-ury
And disappointing you's gettin' me down


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