You want a chance to make things better?
Or do you think that things will always be the same?
You think you can keep it together?
You'll re-invent yourself when nothing's left to gain.
Well here's your chance it's now or never...
You think you're competant and clever?
You'll re-assess yourself when no-one's left to blame
I could go on like this forever...
And it's all enough to get you on,
You'll find out in the morning sun,
That daybreak comes an hour or so too soon
So it's all in all, and in between
A starting gun, a lucid dream
Coz the sun can't hold a candle to the moon.
And everything sounds like the Beatles.
And maybe you just feel like rolling like a stone...
With playlist queues and record needles
Regress and re-interpret, claim it as your own
And justification seems feeble
You're stuck exactly in the middle
When you're inside it's hard to see how much you've grown...
And now I'll stop speaking in riddles...
And it's all enough to get you on,
You'll find out in the morning sun,
That daybreak comes about an hour or so too soon
So it's all in all, and in between
A starting gun, and a lucid dream
Coz the sun can't hold a candle to the moon.
Submerse yourself in isolation
Do you really think that you are better off alone?
Is it less of a frustration?
Did you envisage this, is it what you've always known?
And are you sick of this narration?
Do you respond to this coercion?
Can you adapt to which way this lonely wind has blown?
Did you know you're singing in 3rd person?
And it's all enough to get you on,
You'll find out in the morning sun,
That daybreak comes an hour or so too soon
So it's all in all, and in between
A starting gun, a lucid dream
Coz the sun can't hold a candle to the moon.
And all is exactly as it seems
And I know you know what this bullshit means
When you feel like death and you're bursting your own balloon
When blackness is your brightest spark
And you'll understand what lights your dark
When your sun can't hold a candle to the moon