Yet we strike them again and again
Exposing the loose ends
And we plead and we pray
Surrounding myself with possessions
For a glimmer of day
I surely have more than I need
Desperately racing for air, I'm racing for air
Pushes me nearer the edge
And we plead and we pray
And we plead and we pray
As the night folds it's wings
Every attempt that I make to hold on
I feel like I'm swimming straight up underwater
Exposing the loose ends
As the night folds it's wings
Grow more distant
And the chords struck at birth
Grow more distant
Sensing the changes impending
Or simply a matter of greed, a matter of greed
And the chords struck at birth
Yet we strike them again and again
For a glimmer of day
And descends
And descends
And descends
Grow more distant
For a glimmer of day
Yet we strike them again and again
I don't know if this is justice hard earned
As the night folds it's wings
My thoughts are diffused by despair
And the chords struck at birth
