There’s nothing here we should fear but the nothing; Nothing meant could prevent our arrival; But somehow here in the somewhere there’s something; Like smoke that chokes our revival;
We both know we’re nowhere near it; But we won’t go and do what’s right; We both know we need to hear it; So why don’t we talk in straight lines;
There were times when the lines that you should have heard; Ended torn in a swarm of directions; We lose so much when we touch up the right words; That we get lost in the cost of perfection;
We both know we’re nowhere near it; But we won’t go and do what’s right; We both know we need to hear it; So why don’t we talk in straight lines; (x2)