Re-arrange yourself
Mythological abstractions
No longer a desire to acquire your reactions
Creatures of the comfort zone
Too afraid of our fear inside our bones
And the record keeps spinning
The candle's burning out
And we'll keep winning
This game of cat & mouse
To the lighthouse within
Questioning my innocence
And why is this strength what makes me feel so helpless?
This little wrinkle in my suit says there's comfort in the truth
But how predictable are you?
And the record keeps spinning
The candle's burning out
And we'll keep winning
This game of cat & mouse