First the earth was flat 
But it fattened up when we didn't fall off 
Now we spin laps round the sun 

All the gods lost 2-1 
And holes to heaven pointed out to us from light years away 
We're surrounded by a billion galaxies 

Things are not always 
Things are not always how they seem 
Will you be ready? 
Will you be ready? 

The interim of life 
Has got you tiptoed and pinning all your hopes 
On the top dog of dreams 

You're not alone in this 
The polyfilla way looks strong in the weakness 
Of the gaps 

Things are not always 
Things are not always how they seem 
They don't turn out always 
Don't quite turn out always how we think 
Will we be ready? 
Will we be ready? 

I'm dying to know, what's in your head 
I'm dying to know, how it all got in there 
I'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all 
I'm dying to know 
Tell me is it my fault? 

And I care about you, darling 

And I care about you 
Course I care about you 
More than anyone else