Binocular eyes we’re now walking on stilts
Because on the ground it is so hard to see
We all knew it would be so fair without clocks
We all knew it was a matter of time

We’ve got the Planet
Tied on the floor
True things sometimes are slow
But lately they return
They catch you when you’re on your ordinary steps
When you think you are lost

We have built this wall pretty taller than hills
This is the last brick to complete the whole thing
Don’t know if we closed the world on the outside
Or it’s ourselves closed on the inside

We’ve got the Planet
Tied on the floor
True things sometimes are slow
But lately they return
They catch you when you’re on your ordinary steps
When you think you are lost

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