The table's set and the lights are dimmed
but there's no dinner being served here
This table's filled with all my thoughts
unanswered questions, that soon will be
changed into unquestionable answers
And now we choke down infalliable truths

The waves break, The world spins
The waves break, The world spins
The waves break down

The road is paved but fog has settled in
There's no traffic on this highway
There's just me all alone, the open road
Pass by signs alerting me to up ahead
Yellow lines all that keep me in sanity
Near my destination, but i can't see past my eyes

The waves break, The world spins
The waves break, The world spins
The waves break, The world spins
The waves break, The world spins around


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