There's a crack in the window
where the light goes out.
All the dust motes that danced in the sunbeam
will never come again.
Get over it, get over it,
everything goes away.
He said forever, he meant fair weather,
and a crack to the face lets it out like the water.
All the friends that danced at the festival,
and you'll never go home again.
And they tell me to get over it,
everything goes away.
I built a ship of light and metal
across the mountains and on a wire.
I could not sleep for fear of fire,
and everything goes away.
Get over it, get over it,
the broken glass, the threats, the fire.
The friends you've lost, the sleep you bartered,
all the bruises, all the nightmares,
will never come again.
She gave me an orange, she gave me a window
returned to the river, the forest, the mountain.
Everything goes away. But I built a ship of light and metal,
harnessed the dance and my fear of fire.
The friends I lost, and my love expired:
get over it, get over it, everything goes away.
I have my orange, I have my window,
My ship of light, my ship of metal.
I dance in the sunlight, I hold the fire.
You tell me to get over it -
everything goes away.