Focusing myself Finding clues in you and everyone else Rots on a shelf Believing men were saints Sometimes these things aren't really supposed to work out this way So what can you say And finally there's no time like the moment to Shine right through I'm starting to understand what they mean when they say This is gonna hurt I'm still laughing at myself Suspicious visions lay it all on somebody else Cause I can't be held Responsible for fame Write down these words I can't understand what I create It may be too late And finally there's no time like the moment to Shine right through I'm starting to understand what they mean when they say This is gonna hurt If I'm asking The wrong questions Could you point me the right way Cause what I've been searching for Is something real, well defined With Buddha's heart and Nostradamus's thorn in my side Let the feelings come to light And the sound, it's our life We can keep it up all night And day sideways endlessly through and down Round and round and round and round and round and round Till finally there's no time like the moment to Shine right through I'm starting to understand what they mean when they say This is gonna hurt This is gonna hurt