In my head we're certainly miles away So let's comb over every play There's so many colours that we could make Yet we are monochrome in a way Yet we are monochrome in a way It might have been suddenly night and day But we were wrapped up in the game There's so many movements left to make Yet we are statue-like in our place Yet we are statue-like in our place Instrumental And maybe we're crazy enough to pray But what would we want god to say There's so many worries that we could make Yet we are readjusting our aim Yet we are readjusting our aim Ooh There's no standing still Only moving forward or backward And on the whole we're hand in hand I hope this goes into the after Ooh