The fear sets in,
Of knowing how short our time is
The shortness of stride,
Not a single excuse to prove that we were meant for this
Everything starts to spin all at once, (All at once.)
If you hear something strange in my voice,
Oh its 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?
If you hear something strange in my voice,
Oh its 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 before the next show.
I believe that this is in your blood,
By all means take your place, take your place...
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comPut yourself into this letter.
We've all had it alright,
We dropped the ball.