The questions begin as nothing 
But they change, and they grow into everything 
I have come to realise that all of this is a lie 
In this act, in this scene, the plot goes around in circles 
Is it really worth doing the things that we do 
We could run away 
Is it really worth living the way that we are 
We could run away 
There’s too much going on here 
Too many locks, too many keys that lead to nowhere 
I look around and see what this is not supposed to be 
All the means to an end are passed off as nothing 
Is it really worth doing the things that we do 
We could run away 
Is it really worth living the way that we are 
We could run away 
Ideas so graceful, graceful, and elegant 
Though there’s still something missing in my mind