Moving Still

So lately the sun it slips
Sedately, watch it dip
And tasting the air is thick
Awaiting for night to come

Cos we are sold an aching hold to lose control
We are we are we are

To go under the stars
I get so tall, I get so tall
They cut holes in where we are
Too sensible, too sensible

The place I know, the face it holds
I chase and throw a final stare
You're moving still, I take until the final thrill
We are we are we are

To go under the stars
I get so tall, I get so tall
They cut holes in where we are
Too sensible, too sensible

Faintly tracing all the steps you're taking
To the place you're waiting in the time it's taking us

To go under the stars
I get so tall, I get so tall
They cut holes in where we are
Too sensible, too sensible
My hands hold and tear apart
I guess they know, I guess they know
Your eyes up, attention got
I take it all, I take it all