If it were within, within our power
Beyond the reach of slavish pride
To no longer harbour grievances

Behind the mask's opportunist's facade

We could welcome the responsibility
Like a long lost friend
And reestablish laughter
In the doll's house once again

For time has imprisoned us
In the order of our years
In the discipline of our ways
And in the passing of momentary stillness
We can see our chaos in motion
Our chaos in motion
We can see our chaos in motion
Our chaos in motion