Well, what do ya know? It's really happening
A certain tired ruin pushing up under everything
And it seemed such a distance, some far away scene
A slow reveal through some small and grainy screen
Give it a minute though, give it a minute to take hold
Fast times, don't you slow down
For anyone. For anyone...
Through all the blurry lights, streaks of color filtered through listless eyes
And you are moving, mouth wide open, arms in the air
And you don't know what's happening and you don't know why
Give it a minute though...
(Words unspoken, mouths wide open)
