When in doubt, we look out
We look for the lilac turning
turning shade of lane
We wait and wait
For not we are, what we see
Waiting nothing of everything
Because we are heaven sent, we
Are everything of nothing
We look for the lilac turning
turning shade of lane
We wait and wait
For not we are, what we see
Waiting nothing of everything
Because we are heaven sent, we
Are everything of nothing
