Seven years too late, to grow old again it's always too soon to think ahead shedding tears to fate, asking for a bargain your silver weighs less than copper here what is left of your fabled happy place please tell me but open both your eyes chips laid on the floor and a wheel to keep your life in pace, life in pace
Once again you dig below screaming voices let you know have you heard or have you found this is what lies beneath your ground spin around in vertigo failing choices in a row have you heard or have you found, have you found,have you found
High on self-esteem,windfall to a pattern your choices have signed your own demise strange it would seem, if you ever bothered how someone's wish can be overheard catch of my guard, what news do you bring me at last have you crawled up on your maze chips laid on the floor and a wheel to keep your life in pace, life in pace
Once again you dig below screaming voices let you know have you heard or have you found this is what lies beneath your ground spin around in vertigo failing choices in a row have you heard or have you found, have you found,have you found
Seven years too late to make amends with me have i ever felt the same seven years too late