And We Explode, Part 2

I'm busy running in circles
I'm busy looking for cool shade
A piece of symmetry for balance
A place where something good can be made

There are puzzles in the daylight
There are mazes when the sun shows
Maybe a clear path at the night time
But in the blackness no one really knows

...And we explode
Meet me somewhere lost in the air

There's a weight that's pressing
Catatonic on the cold floor
Decisions and indecisions
We could wait here or go look for more

...And we explode
Meet me somewhere lost in the air