Strange World

What a strange world What a sad place to be That you ask us To play this sort of game It's different But then it's always the same The pain goes But happiness does not remain We stood our souls in the sand Take a chance, chance, chance Life isn't always a song But you dance Is this a sort of contest? Am I supposed to toe the line? I've not forgotten how to laugh I've just forgotten why Don't take this out of context It's part of the appeal Whilst nothing here is permanent Everything feels real And we stood our souls in the sand Take a chance, chance, chance Life isn't always a song But you dance (And I still always) (And I still always) (And I still always) (And I still always) And I'm not discounting the efforts of past minds now But something here just isn't right To secure all the answers I was looking to find Well, I subpoenaed my sabbatical rights And it's a subtle sort of famine, the fact is a slippery salmon Well to catch, you gotta time that shit right And though I'm fascinated by the condition of which it happens Now there's part of me that misses the time I knew nothing at all And we stood our souls in the sand Take a chance, chance, chance Life isn't always a song But you dance And I still always And I still always And I still always (always) (away, away) (And I still always) (And I still always) (away, away) (And I still always) (away) (And I still always) (away)