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