Lyrics Walking - Flock of Dimes

Chasing after the morning
Hearing some kind of call
Are we 20 miles from nothing here?
Are we anywhere at all?

Nothing on the horizon
Ticking time on the clock
We are dead in the water
We are walking just to walk
We are dead in the water
We are walking just to walk

Peculiar combination of hands, and eyes, and hair
And the glow of recognition
And an accidental stare

I can't make sense of the purposе
If only to go without
Not to run my hands around it
Put my fingers in its mouth
Can I run my hands around it?
Put my fingers in your mouth?

We arе telling a story
Believable by day
But I find it unconvincing
When I feel this far away

I know there are other lives
And things I'll go without
But if I ever let it cross my mind
All I see are open mouths
If I ever let it cross my mind
All I see are open mouths

I think I can rest easy
Knowing what could be
If the present is decided
Then my life belongs to me

Work it keeps me busy
Longing is my friend
Alone again, alone again
My time, it is my own again
Alone again, alone again
My time, it is my own again