Here's the sky, there's the ground You and I, we are bound To grow and die, to be forgiving To be alive, but not the living Common ground, or shores apart Where we stand, is where we are There was an end before it began It still can fly, it's still beneath land It's over, it's not over, it's over, it's not over And all the while it goes, it was never fast and never slow It's always Something you can't measure, or it is, just the same Often serious, but still a game To be here, is the same as being nowhere Let's run, on zeros and ones And all the friends we had, they were rarely good and seldom bad We'll find them, somewhere on the inside If we stay true with ourselves, letting be what is all else There's a silence Let's turn on the silence, we can broadcast all our silence Let's run, let's run, let's run If we could only hear the space between the sounds or zeros and ones