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)