Incidentally it works so easily
A matter of what restrains, a matter of what delays
Everything which changes time, all things which move in lines
In between this it comes so quickly
A motion of those gears, the boredom and the fears
That all things are constrained by, all things which live or die
And yet it seems so easy
Anything is possible, it's a matter of decision
Of all things which change in time, and all things which move in lines
The safest choice may not be the wisest, but who is to judge in this?
Who can decide, who can know best?
And all things must function under the constraints of what went before
So let's dance and forget who we think we are
Let's romance and find out who we really are
And all things that function under the constraints of what went before
May not be the only possibilities, there's always a chance
Of something new, of something that hasn't happened
In a long time, in a long time