No more questions, please. No more tests. Comes the day you say, 'What for?' Please.. no more.
We disappoint, we disappear, we die, but we don't. They disappoint in turn, I fear, Forgive, though, they won't.
No more riddles. No more jests. No more curses you can't undo, left by fathers you never knew. No more quests. No more feelings. Time to shut the door. Just.. No more.
Running away, let's do it. Free from the ties that bind. No more despair, or burdens to bear, Out there in the yonder. Running away, go to it. Where did you have in mind? Have to take care.. unless there's a 'where', You'll only be wandering blind. Just more questions.. different kind. Where are we to go? Where are we ever to go? Running away, we'll do it. Why sit around, resigned? Trouble is, son, the farther you run, The more you'll feel undefined. For what you have left undone, and more, What you've left behind.
We disappoint, we leave a mess, we die, but we don't.
We disappoint in turn, I guess. Forget, though, we won't.
Like father, like son.
No more giants waging war! Can't we just pursue our lives, with our children and our wives, 'Til that happy day arrives, how do you ignore All the witches, all the curses, All the wolves, all the lies, the false hopes, the good-bye's, The reverses, All the wondering what even worse is still in store! All the children. All the giants.. No more.
