It might make more sense in the morning

It might seem to be inevitable

It might always stay, the centre of things

Carrying on playing the game, sailing into the wind

It's not that it means anything

It's not that it's right on the other side

Looks like chasing

Feels like on the verge of something

Seems like statues

Don't have to be there to be there

It might have the best intentions

Under the ground, found a place to bury it all

Looks like chasing

Feels like on the verge of something

Seems like statues

Don't have to be there to be there