Set  it  up,  this  is  what  I＇m  talking  about,

Let  me  do  my  thing,  here  we  go.

Waking  up,  I  feel  such  a  sense  that  my  life  has  succumb  to  rely,

A  cross  between  where  I  live  my  life  and  where  I＇m  really  at.

How  do  we  get  so  close  without  us  knowing  where  we  would  be?

And  how  do  we  get  so  old  without  us  knowing  we  can＇t  get  out?

Needle  leads  thread,  I  see  no  point  in  flying  low  this  time,

We  have  come  for  what  we＇re  owed,  I＇m  bleeding  it  dry.

How  long  have  we  both  lived  for  the  same  style,

I  would  die  for  what  I  can  do,  I  would  die  for  what  you  can＇t,

Why  can＇t  we  just  believe  in  taking  it  so  far,

That  our  feet  don＇t  touch  the  ground?

How  do  we  get  so  close  without  us  knowing  where  we  would  be?

And  how  do  we  get  so  old  without  us  knowing  we  can＇t  get  out?

Needle  leads  thread,  I  see  no  point  in  flying  low  this  time,

We  have  come  for  what  we＇re  owed,  I＇m  bleeding  it  dry.

Can  you  feel  how  close  we  are?  Reach  out  and  grab  it,

One  of  the  shapes  afraid  of  us,  I＇ll  bury  you  there,

This  mistake  won＇t  be  the  end  of  us,

Stare  into  nothing,  we  are  alive.

How  do  we  get  so  close  without  us  knowing  where  we  would  be?

And  how  do  we  get  so  old  without  us  knowing  we  can＇t  get  out?

Needle  leads  thread,  I  see  no  point  in  flying  low  this  time,

We  have  come  for  what  we＇re  owed,  I＇m  bleeding  it  dry