Once in a while I can see through What is real and what is show Saving my colds for your purest thoughts It may come and it may go Chorus: In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row It's so hard to change the pose And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again "Will they line us up in a row?" Give me a glimpse of some distant time. (?) Let me know what's in store Keep me in mind when you cross yourself I couldn't ask for anymore In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row It's so hard to change the pose And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again "Will they line us up in a row?" In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row It's so hard to change the pose And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again "Will they line us up in a row?"