Текст песни Panic! San Francisco

Someone once told me if you wanna amount To something, then first you've gotta rise above So I took dreams, catapulted strings And moved fast past ominous towers But what becomes of our outcomes Besides steel, stone, and regret? I think I'm unconscious Because the sun is seen as merely an object. But I'm I too careful? Am I late I sight because of what I've got my Eyes set on? Right now my worst fear is I die bored out of my mind We're all critics to each others judgement And I'm running out of attractions to pick me up I've been setting on these shores for years now But what becomes of our outcomes Besides steel, stone, and regret? I think I'm unconscious Because the sun is seen as merely an object Please pick me up familiar friends!