everything outside is rolling by
all the stops and stories
we're part of them ourselves
through the cracks we're falling
all the rage and willing
all the hopeless calling
it's the year of two thousand and some
and we just wander around
everything here is wrong
every fate, every song
they're not alive but they're
half-dead and gone
all the stray dogs descending
in the night they're foraging
and it feels so wrong to be so fine
so we just wander around
all this time we're falling
through our own minds
to a distant place
in awe of the sun
it's 3am in the morning
we simply refuse to crawl in
tonight we're higher than the great chinese wall
so we just wander around
all the stops and stories
we're part of them ourselves
through the cracks we're falling
all the rage and willing
all the hopeless calling
it's the year of two thousand and some
and we just wander around
everything here is wrong
every fate, every song
they're not alive but they're
half-dead and gone
all the stray dogs descending
in the night they're foraging
and it feels so wrong to be so fine
so we just wander around
all this time we're falling
through our own minds
to a distant place
in awe of the sun
it's 3am in the morning
we simply refuse to crawl in
tonight we're higher than the great chinese wall
so we just wander around