Wheels

Editors and fusiliers for common goals, for common sense
We think of questions to the answers and talk the words away
We thought that we could shout aloud, to bring about the peace you found
We call upon everyone to disbelieve yourselves

You can't take the strain
You don't know what you want anymore

Wheels turn backwards in the night light
but they're turning away
In the land of orange trees I dream

Editors and fusiliers for common goals, for common sense
We think of questions to the answers and talk the words away
We thought that we could stay afloat, to keep your theories in this boat
We call upon everyone to swim for your lives

Wheels turn backwards in the night light
but they're turning away
In the land of orange trees I dream