an easy-going time fades out|and floats through the land of the tides||the case full of dreams and hopes|looks robbed and lost his shine.||the songs from WE became quieter|the elbows sing in the chorus now||fearlessness was exchanged|against safety thinking||we never wanted to be like everyone|clocks wound up from twelve to twelve|but everything has changed||and a glorious mess brings clarity||come back to insurgency||in the vastness of the galaxies|we lonely running our lanes now|each on its own|and emotionally uncharged|for the former idea of worth living||come back to insurgency||the pulse of my eternity|needs no pointers and no wheel|no pointers and no wheel|no pointers and no wheel