look for familiar faces at every bus stop that we pass
there might be traces, we're never looking back
ahead of doubt and reason, we're destined to move on
there might be options, well it's none of the above
sit down quiet, turn it up - think we're in control
the essence of our problems, what side are you on?
we never dare to ask - i will ask

you run from what is perfect, we all panic that's a fact
we wreck the pretty things we built with our own hands
sit down quiet, turn it up - think we're in control
the essence of our problems, what side are you on?
we never dare to ask - i will ask

what's the point of our games, we only hurt ourselves
what do we gain from this, how can we change the way
we sit down quiet, turn it up - think we're in control

blinded by this moment do you see the good you own
it might be harder to retrieve what's turned to gold
sit down quiet, turn it up - think we're in control
the essence of our problems, what side are you on?
we never dare to ask - i will ask

what's the point of our games - we only hurt ourselves
what do we gain from this, how can we change the way
we sit down quiet, turn it up - think we're in control
the essence of our problems, what side are you on?