we are the sea we are the sky

in time we're all gonna show our age, like colored birds in
a dusty cage, and the emptiness from which we came, will
strip us from our father's names. and there's nothing lost,
and nothing gained, there's nothing different, and nothing's the
same, but while our hearts will stop and start, two eyes greet the
day, we'll pay the price we're taught to pay when all the tears run
down your face and all that's left is the pressure under grace,
will you arm yourself with a cold metal skin, so no one gets out,
and no one gets in.