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 it's conviction

Detest my words they have no I'll meaning

Run your fingers back and forth over this sheet of paper

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 it's conviction

Detest my words they have no I'll meaning

Were 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 alright

We dropped the ball.