A shift in shapes has come about

And no one's safe or sacred now

But isn't that much better than 

The limbo we were living in



Diaspora or renaissance

Blame mercury or fate or chance

Changes always come in packs,

Sniffing out your darkened doorsteps



And when the words run out

The quiet's just as loud



When the world is upside down

And we're walking on our hands

But we keep on spinning round

And who knows where we'll land

In the end

In the end



The moon it moves in cycles and

We're subject to its will, its whims

The tide, the time, the age, the law

Run back and forth from idle dogs



History is not a highway

Straight an narrow always

But a roundabout and round again

We ride around and hope for change



And when the state's drawn out

The break is twice as loud



Then the world is upside down

And we're walking on our hands

But we keep on spinnin' round

And who knows where we'll land

In the end

In the end



This is the end of stagnant days

Time to give up the way

I stand my ground, oh stand my ground



Then the world is upside down

And we're walking on our hands

But we keep on spinnin' round

And who knows where we'll land

In the end

In the end