Phases - Keane

A plan is a work of art

A house built to fall apart

You’re digging for the answers

Crawl across the world to find

There are just more questions

Waiting on the other side

But you’re still here

You’re bleeding, but you’re still here

Phases, the motion of our lives

Ages, the rote of changes

Erases the ink before it dries on pages

It’s all just phases

We salvage the parts we can

And work on a better plan

Always on the outside

Fingers clinging on so tight

Kicking at the window

Dreaming of a better life

Take what you can

Just got to take what you can

Phases, the motion of our lives

Ages, the rote of changes

Erases the ink before it dries on pages

It’s all just phases

And sometimes you feel how good it is

And low tide gives way to high tide

And hard times, we watch them come and go

Like crazes, it’s all just phases