So much for the days of glory. It's not like your idols died and are holy now. You cross the street and count to ten. And everyone that mattered went to bed. Or maybe they died. Welcome home. Miss So Unknown. Bet you want it back. They all want it back but you can't have it. You've lost total control. The sun it lights the blades of grass. It's not like she knows the difference or cares. She's stupid and cold. Somewhere in the waves of doubt. It's not like she swam awhile then faded out. So stupid and calm. Welcome home. Miss So Unknown. Do you want it back?. Welcome home. Miss So Unknown. They all want it back when they want it all back. But you can't have it. You've lost control.