The fear sets in
Of knowing how short our time is
Shortness of our strideNot 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?
It′s 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 ball
