Is this all? Do these stars shine the light from our dreams?
Do we see? Do we hear of our hopefulness screams?
Could we've known how the fabric of time will unfold?
Here we are, what's behind the mirage we behold
There's such an absence of glory, you could call it a hole.
Stick it in!
Stick it in!
Stick it in!
Stars made of promise, a skyful of emptiness all around
The magic is gone from us, no one still follows us, grief abounds
Did we fight, did we bet on our future for such a scene?
Can we look in the hopeful eyes of the child within?
There's such an absence of glory, you could call it a hole.
Stick it in!
Stick it in!
Stick it in!
Beating a dead horse of idleness, searching for who's to blame
Victims of chance and of fateful entanglement with no aim
Will we wait for the game to adapt its rules to our will?
Can we find, should we follow a path just to not stand still?
There's such an absence of glory, you could call it a hole.
Stick it in!
Stick it in!
Stick it in!
My Schrödinger's dreams, my Schrödinger's promises
Hear Heisenberg laughing at all of my choices unchosen
And yet she remains and yet she will keep on moving
The universe doesn't stay still for a drifter, a shifter
Perhaps for a Seeker, Believer, A seeer, I see her
So whatever is thrown at us, we will remain unbroken
We'll gaze at the darkness while we carry on