The fear sets in Of knowing how short our time is Shortness of our stride Not a single excuse to prove that we were meant for this Everything starts to spin All at once, (all at once)
And if you hear Something strange in my voice Oh, it's conviction, detest my words They have no ill meaning
Run your fingers back and forth Over this sheet of paper Run your fingers back and forth Over this....
So where's the heart? Its not coming through! Who is this for? So where's the heart?
And if you hear Something strange in my voice Oh, it's conviction, detest my words They have no ill meaning
We're caught between the storms That never mattered
Oh, dear puppet, wake up And cut the strings for the last show I believe, that this is in your blood By all means, take your place, take your place
Put yourself, into this letter We've all had it alright We dropped the ball We dropped the ballTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
