Lyrics

Sealed with a kiss what could be stronger than this
A hidden defeat disguised as well-rounded relief
A thin proclamation of the old and the new
One half what we’ve done The other we’ve promised to do

We dress up the phantom, the clueless and the stubborn
Who leave after signing their names
So what good are the witnesses who cheer from the sidelines
But don’t run around in our game
Keeping our eyes on the clock and our minds on the score
If this isn’t the real thing what are we practicing for

A world of love at my feet while a symphony plays in my sleep
The years invested in giving there's no need to ask why I insist upon living
A dream I apparently cannot let go
Even nightmares are better than waking to what I don’t know

With every breath taken for harmony
Spent on the effort for dissonant space
We can never expect to find our resolution
Neglecting the choices we face
We never play to the listeners who clamor for more
If this isn’t the real thing what are we practicing

For all we know the wheels will keep spinning
In motion befitting the nowhere we go
Taking us down, turning us around and around

Leaving a hard question to ask can our future survive through our past
And all our collection of harboring disappearing to decide just how long this will last
A thin proclamation of the old and the new
One half what we’ve done and the other we’ve promised to do

We only have a license for building
We were never given permission to break
Now in need of a shelter from a storm fast approaching
We don’t have the time for mistakes
Building up walls with no windows and rooms with no doors
If this isn’t the real thing, the years have been wasted
Our eyes on the clock and our minds on the score
If this isn’t the real thing what are we practicing for