Maybe everything's alright
Maybe all the chairs are always spoken for
We got workers in the back
And the light is on their eyes
But the sadness in your face
Is beside you with a grin
And you've mistaken all the homes
And inspirations for the cage
How was I supposed to know
That we were never meant for this?
You're the reason we already know
And I believe you can call this weekend
"Mission: Success"
But there's a scratch across the lens
We cataloged all our fears that you treasured
And you hoped was here to stay
This is the cut of the director
And we got scenes out of our way
When there's a scratch across the lens
All is lost
Hey, wait...
Hey, wait...
We hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping
We hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping
We hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping
We hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping
We hold our breath
We hold our breath
We hold our breath
