look up, look up it's the same skies we're looking at have you given all you can? let it go i'll be a balance between the repeat of routine and the unknown i'll give you everything i ever had just don't let go stop the clocks, reverse the cogs and take us home what if i said there was no destination, we'll never know when to stop follow the threads and the constant rotation, the steps in themselves are enough have you given all you can? when the atmosphere collapses there is nothing we can do if it wasn't for the silence we would certainly approve but the moments flicker past us and there is nothing we can do if it wasn't for the silence we'd have nothing left to lose what if i said there was no destination, we'll never know when to stop follow the threads and the constant rotation, the steps in themselves are enough lost in the loop of the same situations, the adrenaline's running amok the answer's the same, an enlightening elation, the steps in themselves are enough give me a frame of reference every second is a contradiction you're breaking up the stars realizing they bear no relation i need a clear objective or an epiphany of some description an awakening of sorts, a master plan, a revelation look up, look up it's the same skies we're looking at