Can't recall the moment when the doubt ripped your face
Or put my finger on quite when the fog took your place
Now we've been beating on it till we're black and blue
Just what good exactly is it gonna do
Always so much harder
So much harder when you have to try

Could we at least agree upon the size and the shape
The relative dimensions that the lie ought to take
For your delectation a scenario
Taken so much further than it need to go
Always so much harder
Always so much

If we could get away just for a week or two
Baby, let it burn the way it used to do
Always so much harder
So much harder when you have to try
Have to try

And if the ground should open up
And swallow me
It would not stop
That minute hand from ticking off
The minutes till the penny drop

Not a breath of wind
And not a cloud in the sky
All the better than to watch the world passing by
Passing by
Passing by
Passing by