the fear sets in, of knowing how short our time is
the shortness of a stride
not a single excuse to prove that we were meant for this
everything starts to spin all at once
and if you hear something strange in my voice
oh its conviction, detest my words
they have no well 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 its conviction
detest my words, they have no well meaning
were caught between the storms that never mattered
oh dear puppet wake up and cut the strings before 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.
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