Song Description

There's more to life than the suburban American dream.

Lyrics

She wakes up from her suburban slumber,
And makes her bed in all her teenage tragedies,
She thinks she lives outside the box,
But the world goes on beyond her block,
This is not the end of all there is to be.

He may think he's got the world all figured out,
He may sit right in the lap of luxury,
But when the tide comes rolling in,
Crowns that sink won't help him swim,
This is not the end of all there is to be.

We're building mansions in floodplains,
and climbing ladders that just lead to the ceiling.
We're running races that will never have endings,
Where will we go?
Where will we go?

So dig out all of the hooks that drag you down,
and turn off all the lesser lights so you can see,
there is life beyond the lines inside the Mystery that defines...
This is not the end of all there is to be,
This is not the end of all there is to be.

Don't you want to live for something more,
Don't you want to live for something more,
Don't you want to live for something more,
Than yourself, than yourself?