Comprehend

Can you begin to understand Can you begin to comprehend Can you begin to conceive We're at the end I got my door fixed finally But now I still take my time leaving this room I just stay learning trades burning kindly Keeping away from an end too soon It's a kind of young mythology The transcendence of a thousand-year weekend But I'm not born from the odyssey I'm Icarus on the mend Will you believe in something true Will you believe in the pretend Will you have faith that you're you Right at the end I always did f*ck up the opening act And I'm not one for repeats Of course, some of you were hoping that Clear off the edge of your seats It's a sort of sorry parody And the actor fits the crime What a comedy to tragedy Where we swallowed all our lines Can you begin to understand Can you begin to comprehend Can you begin to conceive Will you believe in something real Will you believe in the pretend Will you accept what you feel Here at the end And the sun does its thing in the morning