This could be a test of desire
So stay til' the lights burn out
Dreams are unoriginal
And movement's traditional
So keep moving
Everyone's watching and scoring your every move
The feeling it could pay out
Has severed away somehow
Every time it works out
You'd like to cash out
Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side
I guess I could be wrong but
My feelings stand strong
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
Sight but without depth perception
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
Sight but without depth perception
Hope that we are
Destined and not testing out our luck
Through all of the hands we hold
We're losing in stamina
So fade this scene
Everyone's watching a scripted lullaby
Whatever your heart may feel
Won't amount to the s** appeal
Every time it works out
You'd like to cash out
Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side
I guess I could be wrong but
My feelings stand strong
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
Sight but without depth perception
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
Sight but without depth perception
We'll shiver and grind our teeth at the thought of our competition fading
We'll speak in monologues
Well I am waiting
I am waiting
This could be a test of desire
So stay til' the lights burn out
Dreams are unoriginal
And movement's traditional
So keep moving
Everyone's watching and scoring your every move
The feeling it could pay out
Has severed away somehow
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
Sight but without depth perception
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
Sight but without depth perception
We'll shiver and grind our teeth at the thought of our competition fading
We'll speak in monologues
Well I am waiting
I am waiting
I'm writing
Fore playing on an empty hand
Is trying worth nothing when chance defines an end?
I'm writing
Fore playing on an empty hand
Is ambition all we'll ever have?