Pilate Endgame
Lying here tonight, lying here tonight,
its all you think of
parading throught these lights, parading through these lights, its all you think of
for chance has laid its cold hand upon your shoulder,
its now your right to watch falling sands, your getting older
suddenly suprised, suddenly suprised by these lights,
its a funny thing this life, you catching up with time, do you tire
your caught by the window, caught by the window, caught by window