Here’s fourteen days to look
You’ve got your time so keep it
But remember your papa shook
The world into its place
Just where it was supposed to be
And I see a million faces
Running to a hundred places
How’s it ever gonna fit
If it’ll never make any sense?
My day is a year
And My year is a day
Goodness fleets soon as it’s near
Clearly someone’s gotta pay
Just like it’s supposed to be
And I see a million faces
Running to a hundred places
How’s it ever gonna fit
If it’ll never make any sense?
Help isn’t coming soon
It’s already here
Stop looking to the moon
I’ve already been made clear
Just like I’m supposed to be
And we are a million faces
Running to a hundred places
It’s just gonna have to fit
Faith might never make any sense…
But that’s how it’s supposed to be.
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