| Now if I were to catch this moment | |
| I'd be storing myself in a jar | |
| That I saw long ago on your windowsill | |
| It reflected the moon and the stars | |
| And inside that small world I was safe there | |
| Keeping small in the dark where it's warm | |
| Where the air, it stays still like your heartbeat | |
| Where it's too close and warm to care | |
| Is this a lesson to learn? | |
| Is this a lesson to learn? | |
| In the dark place I can't find the windows | |
| And I can't find the gaps in the walls | |
| And I can't seem to find the reflection | |
| And I can't break the ache there to burn | |
| But the strength that I feel on the inside | |
| Comes in hand with the weakness I know | |
| And the loss that was felt in the first place | |
| Is the reason to stand on my own | |
| Is this a lesson to learn? | |
| Is this a lesson to learn? | |
| To learn, to learn, to learn, to learn | |
| Cannot speak in riddles, though I try hard to say | |
| Comes out that way, that way | |
| Is this a lesson to learn? | |
| Is this a lesson to learn? | |
| Is this a lesson to learn? | |
| Is this a lesson to learn? | |
| To learn, to learn, to learn, to learn | |
| To learn, to learn, to learn, to learn |