I try to figure it out

I tried to make you slow down but show you around

I tried to make you my own

Like the scratch cards, which were never one in four

But optimistically as ever, as certain as the break of dawn

So am I a part of the play, am I apart from the play, am I a part of the grey, am I a part of the wayside

When you’re at the turn of the page, from the mouse in it’s maze, from the heart in its cage to the stars and the moonlight

And I am fully aware,

These four have been done before, and I know that you must be bored, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t care

And to tell the truth now,

No matter where I’m supposed to be, the substitutes are a poor excuse, it’s never a perfect symmetry

 

On the wain while down beneath the dust

And dullened in the distance, I’m no different I’m not there

As we spin round, further from the fairground, I see clearer now I’m distant I’m no different almost anywhere, would you notice all the same?

 

And it's hard to take when I’m lost in the streets I used to know

It's a farce to fake like a peach without a stone

No holds barred for me when I’m waiting for you

Don’t poke holes I’m at the seam, wholeheartedly I see it clearer than a ton of bricks the crystal clicks, unguided by your wing-view mirror