Looking through the door at the floor
Pacing myself for a dream and today
Creeping from the hole in the paint
Twisted in reasons half good half bad
Sideways in the dawn of the mind
Scrambling to find some control
Shifted through rays of light inside
Calling out for loss of our ways
We can still make it through this charade
We can still make it We can still try
We can still make it We can still try
Can we still take it Can we still fry
We can still make it We can still try
Stolen from the sky in the north
Coming through distance here to be tried
Breaking out of rhythmic confines
Can't you see pieces of dust in time
Eyes are looking your disguise
Jaws open wide as they sink into the tide
Calling out for time of the moon
We can still make it through gauntlets and maze
We can still make it We can still try
We can still make it We can still try
Can we still take it Can we still fry
We can still make it We can still try