I'm in the light and my eyes are burning
Catch expression while my head is turning
Where are the strings that move my lips?
You had them in your hands
I'm in a room where the walls don't end
I had a pen and I lost it again
Where are the chords that move my voice?
You had them in your hands
Outside the noises swell and I don't feel so well
With no surprise, no room to fall
how can we doubt what we know so well?
These are the strings that move my lips
These are the chords that move my voice
These are the fingers that move my pen
You had them in your hands