We draw lines in the sand
Until they can build skies
With only our hands
We hold on too tight
Factual as we are
As we are
Factual as we are
If our eyes are windows
In a garden away
Why do we keep them closed
Show the motion away
Factual as we are
As we are
Factual as we are
So hypnotized
By the mirrors we hold
And we try to hide
With rusted old gold
Factual as we are
As we are
Factual as we are
As we are
Factual as we are
