The moment's an impression
Stark but evanescent
In your eyes
The time just kept a minute
For the fifteen I was in nit
Abstracting the limit
In your mind
Until you learn that your life's
Held in your arms

Could it be so real?
(Could it be surreal?)
Should it be so real?
(Would it be surreal?)
Could it be so real?
(Should it be surreal?)
Should it be so real?
Until you learn that your life's
Held in your arms

With my fate behind my back
Is last Thursday ever real
Do the footprints make it clearer?
And they say it seems that the universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by
There's transparency in the shape of it
This structure that we're following, in our lives
Passing in one motion
I can feel it it provoking
Every little compulsion
That you rely on
Until you learn that your life's
Held in your arms

With my fate behind my back
Is last Thursday ever real
Do the footprints make it clearer?
And they say it seems that the universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by

Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns!
Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns!

The universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by
Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns!
Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns!

The universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by