Your eyes cut butter
Hand bleed on the rudder
Feet stub, trip and wander
This is just something or other
It's what I make of it
Your eyes glaze over
Reflection on the glass
That double exposure
That "I've heard this before"
That feeling of "there has to be a little something more"
There is
There's everything I see
There's everything you know
There's everything that we could be
No telling what we are
Or what you believe
Do you believe me?
I don't believe you
Our planes of reality never intersect
And calculations only ever break your neck
Keep up, keep up, keep up, keep up
Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays
Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays
Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays
Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays
Laws of reality work different around here
You can reach out to touch, find only atmosphere
Slipping, the air you breathe betrays you
That certainty you need remains you
At least from what we know
And from what we see
All I can guess is the same lines bleed you and me
Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays
Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays
Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays
Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays
Your eyes cut butter
Hand bleed on the rudder
Feet stub, trip and wander
This is just something or other