A Line

A line moving through time
I'll goes where it goes
A sign pointing the way
I'll go where it says
A stain washed clean in the rain
I'll know what it knows
A face with nothing to say
Nothing to say
I am that face

Live every action as a distraction
Until you become a living reaction
Live every action as a distraction
Until you become a living reaction

A game the players are lame
Blind to where they go
And I forget all their names
I don't want what they know
A stone that's closer to me
Take me with the next low
A line moving through time
It's getting through the shallows

Live every action as a distraction
Until you become a living reaction
Live every action as a distraction
Until you become a living reaction
Live every action as a distraction
Until you become a living reaction
Live every action as a distraction
With repetition starts recognition