Movement

Glad you finally made it
Welcome back to the rain
I’ve been biding my time
Now it’s starting again

Don’t know how to describe it
Can’t say anything new
But then music should give us
Things that words cannot do

Felt aggressively happy
So elated I cried
Had so much self-expression
That I’m empty inside

This is the movement
Never to be fulfilled
Oh it’s such an improvement
When we’re not standing still

This is the movement
Never to be fulfilled
Forward motion’s improvement
All you need is the will

It’s a first-world misfortune
Uninspired by content
Call it paradise syndrome
Grandiose non-event

I’m the worst of the worst
No, I’m worse still than that
Manufacturing anger
Because that’s what I’m good at