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…
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
