Twenty Paces

(альбом: In Praise Of More - 2010)

I say you will, you say you won't, you don't
Yes we could talk until it's dark, so what?
It's different now, walking with a crowd is everything
A better way, pleasure from the clay you're holding

Nothing to show I can't even get close
There's no empty spaces
Want you to know the game is changing now
Get ahead by twenty paces
Nothing to show I can't even get close
There's no empty spaces
Want you you to know the race is over now
Think of laughter coming after

An idle word insistent beat of thought
A bitter pill I've had my fill of talk
I cannot stop treasuring your way of thinking
Into the blue, light is coming through you're holding me

Nothing to show I can't even get close
There's no empty spaces
Want you to know the game is changing now
Get ahead by twenty paces
Nothing to show I can't even get close
There's no empty spaces
Want you you to know the race is over now
Think of laughter coming after

You're the one who's left behind
You lift your head and look around
No soul in sight you've gone too far
You shout their names into the dark
A house, a gathering of your closest friends
A loop, a video of your life's regrets
A dream, a fantasy of a sleepy town
Ten years, a reckoning coming faster now