There’s no other place for us to be
No plan to Reunite
We just keep shifting back and forth
Like little pin-point pilot lights
All from sunny summer drained
Shiny shackles in an endless chain
Well behaved and entertained 
Roughly crammed together in an open frame

From the left on to the right 
And from the right on to the left 
Steady me, restlessly, steady, steady, steady me

So afraid to let it fade 
Afraid to let it shrink
Less room for masquerade 
Too mush room to think
Sticks are falling from the drumstick tree
Like little pin point pilot lights
I know their beat won't steady me
Left and right hand knuckles white

From the left on to the right 
And from the right on to the left 
Steady me, restlessly, steady, steady steady me