I try to figure it out
I tried to make you slow down but show you around
I tried to make you my own
Like the scratch cards, which were never one in four
But optimistically as ever, as certain as the break of dawn
So am I a part of the play, am I apart from the play, am I a part of the grey, am I a part of the wayside
When you're at the turn of the page, from the mouse in it's maze, from the heart in its cage to the stars and the moonlight
And I am fully aware,
These four have been done before, and I know that you must be bored, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't care
And to tell the truth now,
No matter where I'm supposed to be, the substitutes are a poor excuse, it's never a perfect symmetry
On the wain while down beneath the dust
And dullened in the distance, I'm no different I'm not there
As we spin round, further from the fairground, I see clearer now I'm distant I'm no different almost anywhere, would you notice all the same?
And it's hard to take when I'm lost in the streets I used to know
It's a farce to fake like a peach without a stone
No holds barred for me when I'm waiting for you
Don't poke holes I'm at the seam, wholeheartedly I see it clearer than a ton of bricks the crystal clicks, unguided by your wing-view mirror