Twenty-seven times
Maybe twenty more
Dialed in my fate with shame
We were searchin' for solitude in evergreens
We were lookin' for a way to meet behind the scenes
Nothing would compare
Nothing would compare
Remember the season of kings and days of trite
Far away from the present perspective, enough delight
The point that rendered itself obsolete
When all the while we felt compelled to need
Hands together on the road, for long, for long
Back again at the beginning of everything
Strange loops are showing images of evergreens
Does it compare?
There's something in the air...
Lend me your ears with your undivided mind
'Cause now I've got a reason for waking up tomorrow
Tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
