Incidentally it works so easily A matter of what restrains, a matter of what delays Everything which changes time, all things which move in lines In between this it comes so quickly A motion of those gears, the boredom and the fears That all things are constrained by, all things which live or die And yet it seems so easy Anything is possible, it's a matter of decision Of all things which change in time, and all things which move in lines The safest choice may not be the wisest, but who is to judge in this? Who can decide, who can know best? And all things must function under the constraints of what went before So let's dance and forget who we think we are Let's romance and find out who we really are And all things that function under the constraints of what went before May not be the only possibilities, there's always a chance Of something new, of something that hasn't happened In a long time, in a long time