I look to the ceiling,
and see your name in lights,
in all the burned out bulbs,

that once had burned so bright.

It's our conclusion.

(It's our conclusion.)

Schizophrenia, heart-attack.

After one of those,
you won't come back.
You'll never see it coming,

though you have your whole life,
You'll never understand what keeps you up,
at night.


I see right through them,
past all of their charades,

there's no reflection,
there's only mind games.


At night,
it's our conclusion.
(It's our conclusion.)


Schizophrenia, heart-attack.
After one of those,

you won't come back.
You'll never see it coming,
though you have your whole life,

You'll never understand what keeps you up,
at night.


At night.

It's our conclusion.


It's our conclusion.


It's our conclusion.