I've searched the world for meaning for far too long
I found it in France's treasure but now it's gone
Mystery solved far too late for me
I wonder what remains are left to see
I searched the cave and found the scripts
With untranslatable meaning
And your voice read it back to me
I'm sure, i'm sure, i'm sure
A history lesson in planting trees to breathe
And writing words so simple, it's not unique to me
Borrowed histories, awful syntax, mixed up Maladies
No one really calls home anymore, anyway
Sometimes it hurts to try to speak
To pretend, or act, or to blend in
Standing out is far too much for me
But i'm alive, i'm alive, i'm alive
I know it
And I'm glad
For little mysteries
In orange-cat-shaped boxes