According To Plan - Augustana

It’s like life imitating life,

Constantly repeating history until it’s blind

It’s like time only speaks in rhymes

Repeating repetition til you’re lost inside your mind

Was I a terminal distraction?

Or just a chemical reaction?

Or is it chance or is it fate?

Was I just standing in your way?

I find it hard to understand

How you love this ordinary man

And so extraordinarily

Maybe it’s all unraveling according to plan

It’s like life imitating life

Constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives

It’s like time draws a crooked line

Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can’t be defined

Is it a critical invention?

Or just fulfilling it’s intention?

Or is it chance or is it fate?

Or are we simply meant to wait?

I find it hard to understand

Yeah that it’s all left up to chance

And so arbitrarily

But if she sees something in me

It must be life imitating life

Manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right

I guess it might just possibly

May be all unraveling according to plan