2x2 - Umphrey's McGee

One lies in waiting for

One mind who wants for more

Four arms plain for one goal

Two more will make one whole, but when?

And it comes on slow

And it folds what know

Yet it seems so far

When all is gained or lost

What will measure mine?

Could I leave it now

When so tired am I

What is suffering?

Eight arms slave for one goal

Two more will make one whole

With questions of control

Could I be bought or sold today?

And it comes on slow

And it folds what know

Yet it seems so far

When all is gained or lost

What will measure mine?

Could I leave it now

When so tired am I

What is suffering?