Dysfunctional Family Blues/reprise

reprise

A thousand tiny missiles filled the hallway to your bedroom
lighting up the broken picture of how you're supposed to be.
A thousand small explosions filled your head day after day until
the ruined desolation became all that you could see.
So now you're scattered to the wind
a thousand billion particles
a thousand billion questions left
with no-one I can ask
a thousand billion words let go
and paintings that will never glow
and thoughts that we will never know
and dreams that we will never see
castles that will never be
and all you ever could have touched
and all you ever could have been
has flown away.