The timing bad a hand that shivered An ardent trooper was taking the blame He put the arrow back in the quiver Too remote was his aim You open the brightest window To see him stumble properly Something's itching between your shoulders Bite your lips b your lips Are the crumbs still there that stain your eye Are you still confusing parts and hearts with brain Will you recognize the songs that reflect your light When you are on the flipside of pain When more is simply not enough One is the number of beginning to stop It gets cold inside your world Because something got torn apart There's no place in the world you'd rather be You can hear your heart sinking There's no place in the world you'd rather be How much does the trooper take Too much of it will empty his eyes On page defined positions change He is deserting to your surprise