On a couch at the side of a road It isn't mine, it isn't mine A man is sweeping the grass with a broom The rain pouring down, he has no sense of the time I turn to fluff a pillow A very erratic creature says never quit As I pull a stray thread The entire world unravels, the world unravels with it CHORUS: Nothing is what it seems No one listens just keep pretending So focused on one thing Everything else disappears Awoken by a peculiar sting I've never felt so incredibly clear I follow a crack in the street The destination, it ends at a stop sign Across the street a child builds a figure Whilst her peers hide they'll throw it in the grime I say goodbye to a spider Then I am hit, hit by a car When the world makes any sense How terribly boring will that be CHORUS I stand still where to next I have no clue and that's my best guess CHORUS