Where you go has been gone
What you see has been seen
Come up behind and find yourself
In someone else's dream
The shows have all begun
Your song to sing's been sung
The barrels of your eyes, my dear
Are someone else's gun
Let's take a stroll and listen-hear for birdsongs in veneer
Where every tone is tung and tang from cold machines to inner ears
And when we reach the gate we'll find the padlocks at our feet
And maybe then we'll come to find the one we're meant to meet
Feels like we've been here before
Have you ever had more or less than four?
Sitting, watch your rosy schemes
Wash up on the shore
Got to thinking while you took your rest
I've got to get this off my chest
So, tell me now quite honestly
Could this all be a test?
Let's take a stroll and listen-hear for birdsongs in veneer
Where every tone is tung and tang from cold machines to inner ears
And when we reach the gate we'll find the padlocks at our feet
And maybe then we'll come to find the one we're meant to meet