(yearh, yearh, yearh... oh)
(yearh, yearh, yearh... oh)
(yearh, yearh, yearh... oh)
(yearh, yearh, yearh... oh)
(yearh, yearh, yearh... oh)
(yearh, yearh, yearh... oh)

There's a face at the end of the ride
You feel strange as you move on inside
Someone born to be chained up and tide
Some are born into restless lives
There's a look on your face when you're high
Like the peace at the end of the trial
In the land of the lost and the quite
Theres no king inside

You want something
Something more than this
When I have nothing
Nothing more to give

(yearh, yearh, yearh... oh)
(yearh, yearh, yearh... oh)

Fall asleep with a glass in your hand
Dream of things that you don't understand
Do you ever give into your needs
Like I always give into mine, mine
Theres no into the end of the night
Like the days when we're losing our minds
In the land of the lost and the blind
Theres no end inside

You want something
Something more than this
When there is nothing
Nothing left to give

First we build it
And then we watch it fall
Days of thunder
Together we take off
And take it off