I [bad word] curiously close to the end, down 
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole, defeated I 
Concede and (Concede and) move closer (Move closer), I may [bad word] here 
I may find peace within the emptiness, how pitiful 

It's calling me (Calling me) 
It's calling me (Calling me) 
It's calling me (Calling me) 
It's calling me 

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weepin' 
The moon tells me a secret, my confidant 
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and 
million light reflections pass over me 

It's source is bright and endless, she resuscitates the hopeless 
Without her we are lifeless satellites dreamin' dreams 
And as I pull my head out, I am without one doubt, don't want to be down here soothing my narcissism, I 
Must [bad word] the ego before it's far too late, I pray the light lifts me out 

Before I pine away 
Before I pine away (Pine away) 
Before I pine away (Pine away) 
Before I pine away (Pine away) 

So [bad word] the ego before it's far too late to leave behind this place, so negative and blind and cynical 
And you [bad word] to find that we are all one mind, capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable 
Just let the light touch you and let the words spill through, just let them pass right through, bringin' out our hope and reason 

Before we pine away (Pine away) 
Before we pine away (Pine away) 
Before we pine away (Pine away) 
Before we pine away