We both know

it's a fake thing i know
and it's not real you do too
but we keep on playing turns
over and over with no doom

i have a little faith
and a little time to wait
we both keeping the speed
catching thing we've never met

there in a lounge we sit
learning the map we pick
thom yorke is grumbling in ears
screaming about the lousy pit

i miss the way we hold hands when the summer hit
i miss the way we watch the same pouring rain
behind the windows of our utopian dream
laughing with the love we've never missed

the love we've never spoken of
the dream we've never stopped dreaming of
the time when we lost the world behind us
the destination we've never seen ever

but we know it's there somewhere
we both know where it is