It's the leaves in autumn and the bird in flight
It's the world you're seeing in the dead of the night
It's north on your compass and the wind in your sails
Or the forward movement when all else fails

Oh, it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun
It's the finish line of a race half run
Oh, it's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn
And if it's all of these things
Why wouldn't you want it that much at all?

(Chamber)

It's the snow in winter and the lion's roar
Or the moves you're making when you're hungry for more
Oh, it's the smell of your best friend and the time it takes
To know for sure if your heart can break

Oh, it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun
It's the finish line of a race half run
Oh, it's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn
And if it's all of these things
Why wouldn't you want it that much at all?

(Chamber, chamber, chamber, chamber)

Oh, it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun
It's the finish line of a race half run
It's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn
And if it's all of these things
Why wouldn't you want it that much at all?