There’s nothing here we should fear but the nothing;
Nothing meant could prevent our arrival;
But somehow here in the somewhere there’s something;
Like smoke that chokes our revival;

We both know we’re nowhere near it;
But we won’t go and do what’s right;
We both know we need to hear it;
So why don’t we talk in straight lines;

There were times when the lines that you should have heard;
Ended torn in a swarm of directions;
We lose so much when we touch up the right words;
That we get lost in the cost of perfection;

We both know we’re nowhere near it;
But we won’t go and do what’s right;
We both know we need to hear it;
So why don’t we talk in straight lines; (x2)