Текст песни: Umphrey's Mcgee. 1348.

we've been blind to this before
so satisify my fragile mind
and if there is no other recompense
who would be the one with something left
definitive enough to give to someone so insensitive it hurts enough to live
wasted youth, do'nt count the cards(?) anymore
(lets see life)
if reconciled and more (?)

and if there is no other consequense
you could be the one who answers next
the only thing left to reclaim was once and always will be still be the facts remain the same