Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Storm

Don't know inside from upside-down 
We praise the famed unwittingly 
If we had read that we are but illiterate 
What would we do? 
Keep inventory of things that we do not owe 


Even at a standstill we are spinning round and round 
We're lost but found 
Nowhere is right here 
Talk to us long enough and you will be perplexed 
Begin and end 


We talked in a language that we didn't understand 
Hiding things that were obscure while the people are searching 
Leaving our lives, staying in the same location 
Proving me to you, proving you to me 
Looking at pictures of people we do not know 


A first preview of something we have seen before 
A host of one tracing the invisible 


We danced side by side to a different monotone 
We practised our stargaze every day in the daylight 
A plan with no abstract outlined in the concrete 
A man opposite us is out-of-sight and unknown 


Never far nor all too near