Текст песни Cynical - The Rare Occasions

I don't know where I am
Facing the great unknown
We move in circles
And find our way back home

A quiet country house
With horses in the yard
Oh steeplechaser
You're not getting very far

I know you far too well to get cynical
Things seem to turn around when they're miserable
Breaking apart the worst you've been through
That never knocked the wind out of you
I know you far too well to get cynical

So when the story sets
Over this fractured land
D'you think they'll notice?
D'you think they'll understand?

That we are all that's left
We are the pioneers
And there's no pretty way
To make it outta here

I know you far too well to get cynical
Things seem to turn around when they're miserable
Breaking apart the worst you've been through
That never knocked the wind out of you
I know you far too well to get cynical

Clutching the hand of the ever-present heartbeat
The tower's ticking but it never reaches empty
And you can't pull the fire down into the dark
When the kiln is burning deeper than the dusk

I know you far too well to get cynical
Things seem to turn around when they're miserable
Breaking apart the worst you've been through
That never knocked the wind out of you
I know you far too well to get cynical
To get cynical
To get cynical