I know you can hear me
You don't want it this way
But dark is the middle
And the walls are still wet clay
You slay an old nightmare
A mirrored display
Beneath all the wreckage
Is a form that wants to stay
I know you can hear me
You don't want it this way
But dark is the middle
And the walls are still wet clay
Inch by inch day by day
We'll make this
A better place
Not too loose
Not too tight
Like lovers do
We'll be alright
Inch by inch day by day
We'll make this
A better place
Not too loose
Not too tight
Like lovers do
We'll be alright
