So far your hands are left wanting 

You fall down 

In search of your calling 

Your fascinations led 

To these myths inside your head 

Infatuations dead 

You turn around instead 

And try to understand the things they've said 


Some might say they've found a way to heaven 

And celebrate their ordinary ways 

You might say you've found a way to heaven 

But I don't believe in anything I've seen 

In you so far 


So far your hands are left wanting 

You fall down 

Youre falling 

Imaginations led 

To these myths inside your head 

Infatuations dead 

You turn around instead 

To try to understand from your bed