Shock and horror why'd we even bother
To leave the comfort of our nest
And try to rely on each other
All the words that echo in my head
And the ever present sense of dread
Unfamiliar streets have found their form and realised reasons
Sinking in to bitumen I greet the seasons
Non-romances
We were dreaming dancers
Oh awaken to a sweating soul left shaken
All the words that echo in my head
And the ever present sense of dread
And I'm watching everywhere I tread
And I remember everything you said
If I could I would and I really should so far so good
So far to go its not what you know its what you do
Saturnine this satellite is lost in orbit
Make a path to steer this craft away from what absorbs it
Promise to perspire in order to inspire
Ignite the fire and watch desire burn out brighter
If I could I would and I really should so far so good
So far to go, its not what you know its what you do