I can't believe you're on a string
You're on the inside of an early morning thing
We're counting backwards from the dawn
We're moving on
And if I'm wrong
Then you can re-attach my wings
I can't believe you're on a dime
You're on the inside and we're running out of time
We burn each chapter with a flame
And placing blame
Is just a ruse
And I refuse to play this game
You want some slack
But looking back
Is just an easy way
Of keeping things the same