

Yeah, look
I watch the ink run dry on the page Another chapter turning,
stepping onto the stage We used to measure time by the sand
in our hands
Now we're building kingdoms over shifting sands (uh-huh)
We write the lines,
we draw the borders in the clay
But tomorrow washes everything we made away
Yeah,
tomorrow washes everything we made away
Spinning wheels in a world that never sleeps Counting promises that nobody
ever keeps
We chase the gold but we forget the weight
Signing contracts with a hand we call fate (yeah)
We write the lines,
we draw the borders in the clay
But tomorrow washes everything we made away
Yeah,
tomorrow washes everything we made away
Let the wax spin out
Just dust on the needle (mmmmm)