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