Walking On Stilts In Sand

You don't know just where to steal
the feeling that nothing is ever real.
We're still reeling, lost planets into the sun.

And we're running like nothing can be won by our cunning.
You've never figured it out who you're fooling,
while into the darkness I shout that's it's cooling.

And one day we'll look back and laugh at our dismay,
and guess the cause of our staying together.