It's a long way down from a quarter to top You say you need a break, then say that you can't stop After descent the climb is so much harder When the dirt starts to mix with the blood of your daughters (We were so close) It started with passion, it started with vision But when you sold your story the rest became scripted Life asked for a callback - the repetition of trauma So you hid like a recluse disbanding your honor (You were so close) When the curtains drop, and you're taking the bow All that they want from you is this incredulous vow The lights start to dim and the crowd is dispersing This kind of life makes you less than a person (You were so closed) This looks like a nice place to die This looks like a nice place to die This looks like a nice place to die This looks like a nice place to die This looks like a nice place to die This looks like the right place to die