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