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)