"There's light in the dark", so the slavers say
'Cause I can't recall what made the good old days
There's no space at all for our dreams today
'Cause I feel a lack of my hand to play
I keep on moving to the selfless celebration of the starting gun
Like the nightmare of this world couldn't be ours until you feed my hearse
But I'm turning on this strange time
I feel an open retrieve from what we can't find
Circumstantial relief is only brief light
Just a mirage of how the light shines
Better the man you trust, better than not
If I could search your speech impediment of cloth
Better the times you kept, constant withdrawal
"I voted leave," he said, "cause house prices would fall."
I keep on moving to the selfless celebration of the starting gun
Like the nightmare of this world couldn't be ours until you feed my hearse
But I'm turning on this strange time
I feel an open retrieve from what we can't find
Circumstantial relief is only brief light
Just a mirage of how the light shines
It's just an image how the light shines now