I want to climb inside a work of art
I want to get away from all your comments that are barbed

And just because you're getting older
It doesn't mean you're getting clever
And just because you've got the high ground
It doesn't mean you're at the fairground

And just because you're ground down to a halt
It doesn't mean you have to throw the
Stone you always hold

And just because you're getting older
It doesn't mean you're getting wiser
And just bеcause you've got the high ground
It doеsn't mean you have the most fun

I want to hide inside a piece of you
(I want to hide inside a piece of you)
Cause in the longest run I am your mother and your child

Beaten by the force that assails you
Your so-called friends have surely failed you
So come back from the edge of crazy
And come back from the edge of envy