It used to be so easy,
You saw everything in black and white.
(Everything in black and white)
But when you lost track of all the moves you'd made
You lost faith in wrong and right.
Oh, it doesn't seem conceivable,
Look what's happening in your hands.
Oh, is it a trick of comprehension
Or a master plan?
(Or a master plan, or a master plan...)
Oh, the change in your perspective,
From the gutter now you stoop...
How come you didn't recognise the fiery hoop?
How are you gonna take sides
Now you're on the Moebius Loop?
Now you're on the Moebius Loop.
Now you're on the Moebius Loop.