White Lines

All our true thoughts are hidden, locked in slow, steady rhythm.
The empty rooms, they tell no lie：It's half a heart for restless eyes.
But it's alright：We're always moving on white lines.
Keep me blinded with sunshine. Keep me warm under blue skies.
The empty rooms, they tell no lie：So fill your cup, put out them eyes.
& it's alright: We've got each other for white lies.
So keep me moving, & I'll keep you moving, & we'll kill the feeling of white lines.
Just keeps me moving, & I'll keep you moving. We'll kill the feeling of white lines.
All our true thoughts are hidden, lost in slow, steady rhythm.
The empty rooms, they tell no lies: It's half a heart for wandering eyes.
& it's alright: We're always moving on white lines.