Floater
What If
Well, there is a tear inside the fabric that she is sewing
And the needle pulls the thread so tight
And it won't let go

Yeah, there is a lie behind the truth that she is showing
It's a truth that's so damned pretty
She just can't let it all show

And there is a part he never told you to the story
About the bomb exploding deep inside his heart
Where every search for words turns into an, "I'm sorry"
Where evеry stupid deed becomes a work of art

Oh, it's his work of art
Oh, yeah

And wе see the first sign of starlight
Oh, look at all those people going home
But if we can make it 'til sunrise
This liquid night might just have something we don't
We don't need to leave this behind, yeah

Well, there is a constant circle moving around in the ocean
And every castle made of sand will be taken down
You know there is a sad and endless beauty to the notion
That all of those castles will be singing while they drown
And there is an old man who's out walking along the highway
And in his face a thousand futures, all run out
And when he sees you he says
"Hey, you going my way?"
And you whisper, "Yes, there never was a single doubt"

No there was never a doubt
No, no, no

And we see the first sign of starlight
Oh, look at all of those people going home
But if we can make it 'til sunrise
This liquid night might just have something we don't
Don't need to leave behind

You're on the outside
I'm on the inside looking out
You're on the inside
I'm on the outside looking in

What if everything that you wished for came true? What if everything that you wanted you had?
What if time was yours to use
Just the way that you wanted to?
Oh, and what if life was in the palm of your hand?

You're on the outside
I'm on the inside looking out
You're on the inside
I'm on the outside looking in
You're on the outside
I'm on the inside looking out
You're on the inside
I'm on the outside looking in

And as your streetlight joins the millions in the city
And all of those city lights turn secretly to gold
Well, sometimes the magic in her blood, it ain't so pretty
Sometimes the heat in all this flesh can be so cold