No Standing Still

In my head we're certainly miles away
So let's comb over every play
There's so many colours that we could make
Yet we are monochrome in a way
Yet we are monochrome in a way

It might have been suddenly night and day
But we were wrapped up in the game
There's so many movements left to make
Yet we are statue-like in our place
Yet we are statue-like in our place

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And maybe we're crazy enough to pray
But what would we want god to say
There's so many worries that we could make
Yet we are readjusting our aim
Yet we are readjusting our aim

Ooh

There's no standing still
Only moving forward or backward
And on the whole we're hand in hand
I hope this goes into the after

Ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Brook Alan Dekker
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