2-1

First the Earth was flat

But it fattened up when we didn't fall off

Now we spin laps round the sun

All the gods lost 2-1

And holes to Heaven pointed out to us from light years away

We're surrounded by a billion galaxies

Things are not always

Things are not always how they seem

Will you be ready?

Will you be ready?

The interim of life

Has got you tiptoed and pinning all your hopes

On the top dog of dreams

You're not alone in this

The polyfilla way looks strong in the weakness of the gaps

Things are not always

Things are not always how they seem

They don't turn out always

Don't quite turn out always how we think

Will we be ready?

Will we be ready? Whoa, oh

I'm dying to know, what's in your head

I'm dying to know, how it all got in there

I'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all

I'm dying to know

Tell me is it my fault?

And I care about you, darling

And I care about you

Course I care about you

More than anyone else

Things are not always

Things are not always how they seem

They don't turn out always

Don't quite turn out always how we think

Will we be ready?