Once in a while I can see through
What is real and what is show.
Saving my colds for your purest thoughts.
It may come and it may go.
In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row.
It's so hard to change the pose.
And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again
"Will they line us up in a row?"
Give me a glimpse of some distant time. [?]
Let me know what's in store.
Keep me in mind when you cross yourself.
I couldn't ask for anymore.