With much plight, I rose to full height
Matching a hero
The atramentous sky beating down
And I was too proud to admit that all I had gained was a mess of dilemmas
And I would not call this an encore
T'was a brand new stage!
Throw your pigeons a pie
This is my finest hour!
Though you saw my return, you didn't see I'm no coward
On my side, I noticed a dial
No numbers or indication for sleight of my hand
The way had been sealed from the inside
The outside was weathered—much like myself
So I poked and prodded its nature for the story it'd tell
Throw your pigeons a pie
This is my finest hour!
Though you saw my return, you didn't see I'm no coward
With a heart opened wide, and a soul turning outward
There was nothing to change
Not in my finest hour
And I reckon I'm cured
So I sound out a hearty hallelujah!
For the world looks much more perfect through less sensitive eyes
I read this on a paper that could represent my life
At first I deemed it hostile
For I only saw in one dimension
It's overwhelming just to think I was so blind
The answers I've been searching for are already here!
If I'd just look around!
Open the coffins I pretend are eyelids and stare!
They're already here, and I saw passed it all in disbelief
Then my soul felt light as a feather
And your waves had ushered my return
That saline air I breathed brought memories of your shore
So I poked and prodded your nature
For the story you'd been trying to tell me
It was written in stardust, but I was too prideful to see!
Throw your pigeons a pie
This is my finest hour!
Though you saw my return, you didn't see I'm no coward
With a heart opened wide, and a soul turning outward
There was nothing to change
Not in my finest hour
Not in my finest hour
This is my finest hour