Every new day is a gift. It's a song of redemption. 
Any expression of love, a way to return 
To the place I think of so often but now never mention. 
The one the voice in the back of my head says that I don't deserve.  [bad word] fire [bad word] water [bad word] karma. We're all in transition. 
The wheel of [bad word] erases the physical mind 
Till all that remains is a staircase of misinformation 
And the code we inherit, the basis, the essence of life. 

So I go, umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar. 
How did it get so dark in the day? 
It's just so bizarre. Is it [bad word] what we're made of? 
Why do I hide from the rain? 

Inside some cloudy nostalgia where there are no features, 
Look at ourselves through a porthole, the passage of time. 
See that sunny day that we snuck down hid under the bleachers. 
Kissed as the band marched, everything fell into line. 

So I go, umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar. 
How did I get so lost? I'm amazed! 
It's just so bizarre all the things I'm afraid of. 
Why do I hide from the rain? 

Sure, I had my doubts 
But I know it now. 
We are jejune stars. 

So it starts again 
At our childhood's end. 
I'll die young at heart. 

So I go, umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar. 
How did it get so dark in the day? 
It's just so bizarre if it's [bad word] what we're made of. 
Why do I hide from the rain?