I will come away at the seamsnTake hold of everything I can reachnnNobody told menWe'd be dancing in the darknRetracing footstepsnTrying to make my marknnAs we all unfoldnSlowly things spin out of controlnTread carefullynThere're pieces of me I'm still looking fornnNow they say there's not enough to go 'roundnNo space for my two feetnTo touch the groundnnYou say it's easy,n'Give everyone there spacenAnd orderly queuenDon't step out of place'nnAs we all unfoldnSlowly things spin out of controlnTread carefullynThere's pieces of me I'm still looking fornStill looking fornn(Still looking for)n(Still looking for)n(Still looking for)n(Still looking for)n(Still looking for)nnI will come away at the seamsnAt the seamsnAt the seams