Wrong, all that we are Living, breathing lies Wrong, all that I feel All compassion dies
Once hand in hand And now detached Befriend the pace, the lonely trace…detached
Wrong, all that I see Something inside denies Wrong, all that I feel Something inside me cries
Once hand in hand And now detached Befriend the pace, the lonely trace…detached
What can I say when there are no words? I can’t explain what I cannot understand…
Wrong, all that we do Dismiss the things we’ve said Wrong, all we become We stumble misguided
Once hand in hand And now detached Befriend the pace, the lonely trace…detached
Something in you, something in me We’re trying to control Something in you, something in me We’re trying to overcome Something in you, something in me We’re trying to understand Something in you, something in me We’re trying to break out
What can I say when there are no words? I can’t explain what I cannot understand…