A line moving through time I'll goes where it goes A sign pointing the way I'll go where it says A stain washed clean in the rain I'll know what it knows A face with nothing to say Nothing to say I am that face Live every action as a distraction Until you become a living reaction Live every action as a distraction Until you become a living reaction A game the players are lame Blind to where they go And I forget all their names I don't want what they know A stone that's closer to me Take me with the next low A line moving through time It's getting through the shallows Live every action as a distraction Until you become a living reaction Live every action as a distraction Until you become a living reaction Live every action as a distraction Until you become a living reaction Live every action as a distraction With repetition starts recognition