There was wonder underneath the quilted sky
Did we stand too close to see the scenes at night
Can we keep it live?
Constant hands of time
Creeping in too soon
Counted thirty-seven signs
It's probably just my mind
It's what it likes to do
Were they out there?
Were they out there?
And if I could give this a shot, could you?
A safe to place our trust into
We were victims of bad bad timing
All these reminders like the pink sun rising
Can we keep it live?
Constant hands of time
Creeping in too soon
I counted thirty-seven signs
It's probably just my mind
It's what it likes to do
Were they out there?
Were they out there?
And if I could give this a shot, could you?
A safe to place our trust into
Cause I have been lied to
And I've been made a fool
And I would give this a shot
If you would too
If you would too
And I'll go on and on again
On and on again
On and on and on
And I'll go on and on again
On and on again
On and on and on
And I'll go on and on again
On and on again
On and on and on
And I'll go on and on again
On and on again
On and on and on