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?