A ball is bouncing faster Between the hands of the quintet Playing two on three Smeared gla** window, looking through Holding on to whatever's left of you Everyone is waiting Broken wings hold us down Words are meaning less We're ignoring more A ball is bouncing faster Between the hands of the quintet Playing two on three Smeared gla** window, looking through Holding on to whatever's left of you Everyone is waiting Broken wings hold us down Words are meaning less We're ignoring more