How We Spend Our Days

Let me tell you a secret about myself
If i could, i'd keep all my books on a single shelf
I'd record everything i hear for my future lives
Dissect every one of your thoughts with the dullest knives

That's not the worst of it
You've got to first commit
Return me to the ground
I'm (n)either thrown away (n)or found

I read the news, what have we got to lose, 'cause it will set us free
Me and you, we know some of it is true because it has to be
We spend our days defining an age, does it bother you?
Silent frames: it can be arranged if you and me are through

That's not the worst of it
You've got to first commit
Return me to the ground
I'm (n)either thrown away (n)or found