by machines of loving grace.
When you tilt things over. When you spin things round and round. I just want my feet back on the ground. It's lately I've found I blame disillusion of man that we continue hand in hand. Forever strangers sharing spaces. We are but dots that fail to join up. Find end results. All watched over by machines of loving grace. When you push things further. It almost feels you can't be told. Its feel as if our future is put on hold and it's out of control. I blame disillusion of man that we continue hand in hand. Forever strangers sharing spaces. We are but dots that fail to join up. Find end results. All watched over by machines of loving grace.