

Fading out beneath the floor
Scratching at a heavy door
Waiting for the tide to turn
Another page we had to burn
And it feels like gravity
Is pulling down on you and me (ahh)
Break the silence, tear it down
Scatter ashes on this town
(yeah, yeah) We are running out of time
Living on a paradigm
Dusty portraits on the shelf
Trying to forgive myself
Lost inside a hollow phase
Counting down the wasted days
And it feels like gravity Is pulling down on you and me (ahh)
Break the silence, tear it down
Scatter ashes on this town
(yeah) We are running out of time
Living on a paradigm
Living on a paradigm (yeah,
yeah) Out of time