Tekster: Craig's Brother. Back And Forth.

Late at night, all alone in the bathroom
You're freaking out
'Cause you just can't control everything
That happens around you

Set in stone with no proof of validity
Your so-called faith
Keeps you terrified of anything
That threatens your standing

The eyes of the world, the eyes of the church
The eyes of your peers
The wagging of tongues
Whispering shame, upon eager ears

Have all the plans that you laid out so carefully
Fallen short of your neo-Victorian fantasy
You cling to so desperately

So, look at all your hard work is coming to
Despite your effort, you still can't buy security
So what is your money worth?

And maybe it's right and I should feel pain
For bending the rules
But I'm not the one who's trying to
Choose between fools

Back and forth the orchestra plays
But neither side is tuned to the other
Back and forth the orchestra plays
But neither side is tuned
Neither side is tuned

Pull the shutters and tighten the blindfold
Turn away anyone who doesn't fit the mold
The story goes untold

Through all the righteous beliefs that you profess
You still can't cover the stain
That marks your Sunday dress
No need to confess

Back and forth the orchestra plays
But neither side is tuned to the other
Back and forth the orchestra plays
But neither side is tuned to the other

Back and forth the orchestra plays
Back and forth
Back and forth the orchestra plays
Back and forth

Back and forth the orchestra plays
But neither side is tuned
But neither side is tuned