Going Thru the Motions

Do the walls have ears and eyes
An opinion on my life
Have the neighbors seen the lies
Mirrors reflect and multiply

I feel a hollowing inside
I stretch to fill it up with time
Do the walls have ears and eyes
An opinion on my life

[Chorus]
We are nothing if not going through the motions
We are nothing if not going through the motions

I am moving through the streets
Apparition seeking heat
You pass through me, viscous arms
Mild haunting of their charms
Very slowly sinking ships
Very gently it begins
Graffiti high above tells me, "All Is Love"

[Chorus]
We are nothing if not going through the motions
We are nothing if not going through the motions

Everything I overhear
Hinting at the smoke and mirrors
We are talking secret code I hold my breath, I most be bold