You Don’t Know

You don't know where the edges are and where do they go

You don't know anything about it at all

I don't know how they're drawn and how do they grow

I can't say anything about that at all

They fly ... they fly

Lines slip away without a trace ... lines slip away

Try and stare, rub my eyes ... there's nothing there

Try and stare at nothing at all

Stay a while, the latest thing is already out of style

Stay a while and nothing is in fashion at all

They fly ... they fly

Lines slip away without a trace ... lines slip away

You can't hear, see another one and watch it disappear

You don't hear anything about that at all

So it goes, gypsy lines twist and erode

So it goes anytime you get close at all

They fly ... fly ... fly ... fly

Lines slip away without a trace ... lines slip away

Lines slip away without a trace ... lines slip away

They fly ... fly ... fly ... fly