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.

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.

Put yourself into this letter.
We've all had it all right.
We dropped the ball.
We dropped the ball.