| [00:17.00] | I put my best foot first and it got burnt |
| [00:20.31] | Communication always hurts |
| [00:23.50] | I've got myself so deep inside a hole |
| [00:26.75] | I taste the air go thin as i get old, as i get old |
| [00:33.03] | I don't think so |
| [00:35.90] | |
| [00:38.58] | I don't think so |
| [00:40.95] | |
| [00:43.08] | She's my hands, she's my hands |
| [00:45.95] | |
| [00:49.70] | Picks me up when i crash down |
| [00:56.01] | Build me wings so i can glide |
| [00:58.77] | |
| [01:02.27] | She's my novocaine ride |
| [01:04.14] | |
| [01:11.79] | Pick up the pieces of my world |
| [01:15.04] | Glue them together, i wish i could |
| [01:18.42] | I can't believe it as the picture fades |
| [01:21.48] | Just like a TV, but the sound remains |
| [01:24.23] | |
| [01:26.85] | I don't think so |
| [01:29.60] | |
| [01:32.98] | no i don't think so |
| [01:34.60] | |
| [01:37.67] | She's my hands, she's my hands |
| [01:40.42] | |
| [01:44.23] | Picks me up when i crash down |
| [01:50.54] | Build me wings so i can glide |
| [01:53.23] | |
| [01:56.86] | She's my novocaine ride |
| [01:58.79] | |
| [02:06.73] | Feel it as i shake |
| [02:08.98] | Shatter illusions fade |
| [02:13.05] | Taste my bitter tears |
| [02:17.11] | Cut my heart with shears |
| [02:19.61] | |
| [02:37.21] | I don't think so |
| [02:38.65] | |
| [02:43.59] | I don't think so |
| [02:45.03] | |
| [02:50.03] | I don't think so |
| [02:51.59] | |
| [02:54.53] | She's my hands, she's my hands |
| [03:01.03] | Picks me up when i crash down |
| [03:03.59] | |
| [03:07.40] | Build me wings so i can glide |
| [03:10.03] | |
| [03:13.71] | She's my novocaine ride |
| [03:15.65] | |
| [03:20.03] | She's my hands, she's my hands |
| [03:23.03] | |
| [03:26.65] | Picks me up when i crash down |