Hope is not a holy word
When you want to sleep until you can't no more
How do we escape this pitching forward
The constant clamor towards the constant moving floor
We didn't notice the overcast days, so many in a row
As we let our sleeping ways come out and roam
Or was it just the time of year or not knowing whether dawn or dusk
Or the fear that darkness never really colors us
Hope is not a holy word
When you want to sleep until you can't no more
How do we escape this pitching forward
The constant clamor towards the constant moving floor
Now I'm distracted
Your distracted
We've adapted
Stop talking
I'm almost on to something
Great
Now I've lost it
Hope is not a holy word
When you want to sleep until you can't no more
How do we escape this pitching forward
The constant clamor towards the constant moving floor
Hope is not a holy word
When you want to sleep until you can't no more
How do we escape this pitching forward
The constant clamor towards the constant moving floor
The constant clamor towards the constant moving floor
The constant clamor towards the constant moving floor
The constant clamor towards the constant moving floor