Once in a while I can see through

What is real and what is show.

Saving my colds for your purest thoughts.

It may come and it may go.



Chorus:

In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row.

It's so hard to change the pose.

And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again

"Will they line us up in a row?"



Give me a glimpse of some distant time. (?)

Let me know what's in store.

Keep me in mind when you cross yourself.

I couldn't ask for anymore.



(repeat chorus)



(repeat chorus)