Lyrics
i guess it might just possibly
It s like time draws a crooked line, how you love this ordinary man
Maybe it s all unraveling according to plan, constantly repeating history until it s blind
How you love this ordinary man, or just fulfilling it s intention
May be all unraveling according to plan, maybe it s all unraveling according to plan
Was i a terminal distraction, maybe it s all unraveling according to plan
Or just fulfilling it s intention, constantly repeating history until it s blind
is it a critical invention
manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right
But if she sees something in me, constantly repeating history until it s blind, it s like life imitating life
Or is it chance or is it fate, or just fulfilling it s intention
And so extraordinarily, repeating repetition til you re lost inside your mind, or just fulfilling it s intention
i guess it might just possibly
Or is it chance or is it fate, constantly repeating history until it s blind
Constantly repeating history until it s blind, was i just standing in your way To, i guess it might just possibly
It must be life imitating life, or is it chance or is it fate
But if she sees something in me, it s like time only speaks in rhymes Plan, or are we simply meant to wait
and so extraordinarily
or is it chance or is it fate
repeating repetition til you re lost inside your mind
And so arbitrarily, it s like life imitating life
it must be life imitating life
Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can t be defined, but if she sees something in me According, and so extraordinarily
Maybe it s all unraveling according to plan, maybe it s all unraveling according to plan
It s like life imitating life, maybe it s all unraveling according to plan
I guess it might just possibly, or is it chance or is it fate According, i find it hard to understand
may be all unraveling according to plan
May be all unraveling according to plan, is it a critical invention
It s like time draws a crooked line, and so arbitrarily, yeah that it s all left up to chance
it s like time draws a crooked line
I find it hard to understand, and so extraordinarily To, was i a terminal distraction
It must be life imitating life, it s like life imitating life
It s like life imitating life, or are we simply meant to wait
It s like life imitating life, it s like time only speaks in rhymes, i find it hard to understand
I guess it might just possibly, but if she sees something in me, it s like life imitating life
May be all unraveling according to plan, repeating repetition til you re lost inside your mind Plan, may be all unraveling according to plan
repeating shapes and patterns til it just can t be defined
Or is it chance or is it fate, constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives According, yeah that it s all left up to chance
Constantly repeating history until it s blind, constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives, is it a critical invention
Or are we simply meant to wait, repeating repetition til you re lost inside your mind, how you love this ordinary man
constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives
Constantly repeating history until it s blind, i guess it might just possibly Plan, or just a chemical reaction
And so extraordinarily, i guess it might just possibly
Was i just standing in your way, yeah that it s all left up to chance According, it s like time draws a crooked line
Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can t be defined, it s like life imitating life
But if she sees something in me, i find it hard to understand According, i find it hard to understand
Manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right, i find it hard to understand Augustana, or is it chance or is it fate
Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can t be defined, i guess it might just possibly, constantly repeating history until it s blind
Manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right, or is it chance or is it fate
Or are we simply meant to wait, i find it hard to understand
Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can t be defined, repeating shapes and patterns til it just can t be defined
it must be life imitating life
Constantly repeating history until it s blind, repeating repetition til you re lost inside your mind
I find it hard to understand, constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives
