I'm at a loss for words, but I believe we're innocent, and I'm 

assuming you've got better things to say



All the places that you've seen are irrelevant, 'cause we're one and 

the same when it all fades away



We try and bend the crooked ground that holds our bodies down, 

when the simple way that lies ahead just seems a bit uneven



And the sounds you hear beneath it all, to keep your head above the 

falling sand is getting louder



I wonder where it comes from, could it be my imagination?



Because simple worlds come undone



Because simple worlds come undone



You got a lot to learn, and I can see you're innocent in the tiny lines 

that decorate your face



We're always searching for those days we remember as the present 

tense tends to slip away



We try and bend the crooked ground that holds our bodies down, 

when the simple way that lies ahead just seems a bit uneven



And the sounds you hear beneath it all, to keep your head above the 

falling sand is getting louder



I wonder where it comes from, could it be illusion?



Because simple worlds come undone



Because simple worlds come undone



Because simple worlds come undone



Because simple worlds come undone



Because simple worlds come undone



Because simple worlds come undone



Because simple worlds come undone



Because simple worlds come undone