It’s clear that what they had were purely good intentions

It’s clear that what they thought were blissful non-events



They hear a phrase and go assign it one dimension

They know it well, “there’s no use sitting on the fence”



We vote for another soul



Sit back and watch the flicker of an old invention

Reach into comfort zones, what can they do for you?



It’s clear that what they had were purely good intentions

They’re nowhere near the place that brought me here to you.



We vote for another soul

It's nothing when you can have it all



We want to follow

But we have no-one here to lead so the shallow

Is always in the primal seat

We have it all now

You can leave it all behind

You, the shallow

Fortune favours our blind



It's clear that they're not what we saw in our time

So in the end it's you and me who walk the line



We vote for another soul

It's nothing when you can have it all