Provisional

Somewhere in these private minds

The last one comes just in time to

Clear out the chambers, sew up the lips

That's the price to pay

For hoping every slip's not a slide

In other words, not to get it wrong

Pointless to walk when it's past time to run

Secure under the weight of watchful eyes

Lulled to sleep under clear, expansive skies

Somewhere in these prying hearts

Competing histories tear us apart

We hope we won't get what we deserve

Hide behind the targets

In front of all the people we serve

Somewhere in these private minds

The last one comes just in time to

Clear out the chambers, sew up the lips

That's the price to pay

For hoping every slip's not a slide