All the thoughts you send into the world they don't go unheard They get caught in the webs And stuck up in the earth You can't change everything So you resign to sing And you sing
All the thoughts you send into the room don't always go unheard We are powerful things With only ugly words The old gods sing to me "With power comes responsibility" And i still cry easily over those little things
And the pain bears down to the center of me And the pain bears down right to my seam All the thoughts you send into the sky They spin your head You're riding the edge of living and the dead
Hanging in the in between We're living dangerously Like something that you never seen Oh! A fucking beauty queen!
The pain bears down to the center of me The pain bears down right to my seam The rain keeps pouring down over all our dreams The beauty in between
