We don't know it but we don't show it Hard to admit it, but, get a grip now In the same sandpit throwin' toys and [.missing.] Sands in her eyes, glory's a sight, to say the least I analyze its shadow, but I think yeah Has a point, it keeps me on the ground And carry my hope, cause One tied up another diet Don't yell deeper, just a game for the intellected Blurry's our sight, to say the least I saved a nation from a bad economy I is like saling away on a endless sea