It’s clear that what they had were purely good intentions It’s clear that what they thought were blissful non-events
They hear a phrase and go assign it one dimension They know it well, “there’s no use sitting on the fence”
We vote for another soul
Sit back and watch the flicker of an old invention Reach into comfort zones, what can they do for you?
It’s clear that what they had were purely good intentions They’re nowhere near the place that brought me here to you.
We vote for another soul It's nothing when you can have it all
We want to follow But we have no-one here to lead so the shallow Is always in the primal seat We have it all now You can leave it all behind You, the shallow Fortune favours our blind
It's clear that they're not what we saw in our time So in the end it's you and me who walk the line
We vote for another soul It's nothing when you can have it all
