This could be a test of desire so stay until the lights burn out

Dreams are unoriginal, and movement's traditional

So keep moving because everyone's watching and scoring your every move

The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow

Every time it works out, you'd like to cash out

Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side

I guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strong

"If you play your numbers..." Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs

If we could only doubt (too bad we're all about) the biggest part of what could happen

Sight but without depth perception

Hope that we are destined and not testing out our luck

Through all of the hands we hold, we're losing in stamina

So fade this scene, because everyone's watching a scripted lullaby

Whatever your heart may feel won't amount to the sex appeal

We'll shimmer and grind our teeth at the thought of our competition fading

We'll speak in monologues

I am waiting

I'm writing for playing on an empty hand

Is trying worth nothing when chance defines an end? Is ambition all we'll ever have?