Imogen Heap - 2-1 Lyrics

First the earth was flat
But it fattened up when we didn't fall off
Now we spin laps 'round the sun
All the gods lost 2-1
A host from heaven pointed out to us
From light years away
We're surrounded by a billion galaxies

Things are not always
Things are not always
How they seem
Will you be ready?
Will you be ready?

The inter realm of light
Has got you tip-toed and pinning all your hopes
On the top dog of dreams

You're not alone in this
The poly fill away looks strong in the weakness

Oh, the gaps

Things are not always
Things are not always
How they seem

They don't turn out always
Don't quite turn out always
How we think
Will we be ready?
Will we be ready?
(Whoa, whoa)

I'm dying to know
What's in your head
I'm dying to know
How we all got in this
I'm dying to know
To help make some sense of it all
I'm dying to know
Tell me is it my fault?

And I care about you darling
And I care about you
'Cause I care about you
More than anyone else

Things are not always
Things are not always
How they seem

They don't turn out always
Don't quite turn out always
How we think
Will we be ready?