歌词
Once in a while
I can see through
What is real and what is show.
Saving my colds for your purest thoughts.
It may come and it may go.
Chorus: In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row.
It's so hard to change the pose.
And if movement mattered,
I can still be moved, so ask again "Will they line us up in a row?"
Give me a glimpse of some distant time. (?)
Let me know what's in store.
Keep me in mind when you cross yourself.
I couldn't ask for anymore. (repeat chorus) (repeat chorus)