We talk too much We talk in circles Till we're all spinning around, Reaching for rings, On this marry-go-round
The scenery spins We call it progress I've seen this all before When all said is done, Wake up on the floor
We set sail with no fixed star in sight We drive by braille in candle light
We're building towers, with no foundation. Just stacking stone on stone Whatever it takes Mix or mortar with bones
True progress means, matching the world to The vision in our heads. We always change, The vision instead.
We set sail with no fixed star in sight. We drive by braille in candle lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
