Umphrey's McGee > Songs > 2x2 > Lyrics


    One lies in waiting for
    One mind who wants for more
    Four arms playing for one goal
    Two more should make this whole and when?

    And it comes on slow
    And it folds all you know
    And yet it seems so far away
    When all is gained or lost
    What will measure mine?
    Could I leave it now
    When so tired am I
    What is suffering?

    Eight arms slave for one goal
    Two more should make this whole
    If we have questions of control
    Could we be bought or sold today?

    Yet it comes on slow
    And then it folds all you know
    And still it seems so far away
    When all is gained or lost
    What will measure mine?
    Could I leave it now
    When so tired am I
    What is suffering?

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