So far your hands are left wanting You fall down In search of your calling Your fascinations led To these myths inside your head Infatuations dead You turn around instead And try to understand the things they've said
Some might say they've found a way to heaven And celebrate their ordinary ways You might say you've found a way to heaven But I don't believe in anything I've seen In you so far
So far your hands are left wanting You fall down Youre falling Imaginations led To these myths inside your head Infatuations dead You turn around instead To try to understand from your bed
