Here's the sky, there's the ground
  You and I, we are bound
  To grow and die, to be forgiving
  To be alive, but not the living

  Common ground, or shores apart
  Where we stand, is where we are
  There was an end before it began
  It still can fly, it's still beneath land
  
  It's over, it's not over, it's over, it's not over

  And all the while it goes, it was never fast and never slow
  It's always
  Something you can't measure, or it is, just the same
  Often serious, but still a game
  To be here, is the same as being nowhere

  Let's run, on zeros and ones

  And all the friends we had, they were rarely good and seldom bad
  We'll find them, somewhere on the inside
  If we stay true with ourselves, letting be what is all else
  There's a silence
  Let's turn on the silence, we can broadcast all our silence

  Let's run, let's run, let's run

  If we could only hear the space between the sounds of zeros and ones

Let's Call It Something Else

I could never suggest that you were wrong
  Only if you asked me to play along
  I will play along
  And tell you your wrong
 
  That you could have another feeling
  In another time or place that you are thinking of,
  You can save the day

  Holding back is not the way to relax
  Get to work and you can have some context

  In the beginning nothing was so certain
  To find the meaning you must have a purpose
  And that's the design
  See what you can find

  And know that time is only breathing
  Letting in, giving out, you are freeing yourself from fear


Back to the Beginning

I feel, there is a way to steal the brighter days that are always ahead
We might, decide to stay in our minds that bring us pain
If it is the only way we know

Time could always change our kind, who tends to stay for the whole damn fight
You see how every day we kill to be afraid
If it is the only way we know

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