This is the way that we  Creating in excess  Under simplicity  Searching a million steps  For what is next to me  Accepting methods to notice me falling apart  Seams drifting away and staring at me  Can we dismiss that you're just a ghost thats leading me  We're both at fault  But no one's owning up  Finding "up" is just a version of finding "down"  Proving whats "right" to us is only a feeling we decide upon  While finding out is just the same  Could be the way that we stumbled or assembled thought  The connection was burning red  Ignites the distance between us while between us was silent  Connection was burning red  Finding "up" is just the same as finding "down"  While time it stays, it stays the same  Could be the way that we stumbled or assembled thought  The connection was burning red  Ignites the distance between us while between us was silent  Connection was burning red