Lyrics
Daylight comes again, making money that’s spent.
You’re always on the move.
Get to work by eight, you get home it’s late.
You do what’s expected of you.
(Chorus)
Understanding of the things you see is slipping from your grasp.
Walking backwards, some may stop and stare while others race on past.
The world is upside down, and nothing comes around
For those who step on you.
You leave it up to fate and someone else to hate, you tell
yourself, you’re through.
(Chorus)
Understanding of the things you see is slipping from your grasp.
Walking backwards, some may stop and stare while others race on past.
(Bridge)
Wandering, can you find your place?
Wondering, you trace the lines on your face.
(Chorus)
Understanding of the things you see is slipping from your grasp.
Walking backwards, some may stop and stare while others race on past.
Understanding of the things you see is slipping from your grasp.
Walking backwards, some may stop and stare while others race on past.
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